We are never truly, fully ourselves. We will probably never be. No one will truly know us, no matter how much of our thoughts we try to document, no matter how many pictures we try to take, no matter how much we try to show people who we are through the books we read, things we watch and the sounds we listen to. These things show who we are to a certain extent but they aren't who we truly are.
Who are we?
We are a mess and we are constantly changing and evolving. We are wrecks and we are magical. We are masterpieces with hearts that twist and turn.
We are not constant. We contain layers. Rudy Francisco wrote, "some days I am the mess, some days I am the broom, on the hardest days, I am both."
We are complicated and wonderful beings, not worth to be reduced to anything less than that.
