See! It is still me.

aslında sadece alıntı ama kederli ve gerçek bir yüzü var bu cümlelerin. üzerinde düşünmek üzere kendime not;

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For a moment I wondered if we had all become cartoons of ourselves, completely figured out by everyone else.

Was that what adulthood was? Being a sad reminder of what we were before?

Did we really spend our teenage years desperately wanting to figure out who we were? Making a statement of who we were definitely not (if the former endeavor proved too complicated)? Trying to be what we were not, proving that we could be cool and collected and comfortable in our skin?

All just for adulthood to be a pilgrimage back to find who we were in the first place?

Was it there where we were heading?

Was adulthood just desperately holding on to our former selves, trying to say: ‘See? It is still me: I’m not my job, my husband/wife, my kids, my politics, my beliefs, the toothpaste brand I buy over and over at the supermarket’?

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