I say it a lot, I think it a lot, I combat it a lot, I do not own a lot, or a lot, but it is forefront a lot.
Being yourself, being you, is being the universal conflict.
I suppose we all think about ourselves and how we act, and how we think, and how we are who we are to those who know who we are.
Are we the we we want to be, or are we the we who is palatable to the you who are in the zone of the we who we spend our time with?
I am the me I am from the time spent as the me in the world who was what me believed you wanted me to be, but is that the real me?
Did I lose the me when I grew to society or did the me I was adapt to become the me who could align with what the we deems appropriate?
Are we all some sort of amalgamation of the good and the bad of we and we slice those parts off a whole and attach them haphazardly to us, wearing a barrier of ethics and drives that we feel represents us?
Could we survive if we were all the we we really wanted to be, the we behind the masks? Are those who already are free?
Can I be? Can I be free? To be? To be free to be me? Do I wish to be?