The i of the storm

What is me? I take away my house, I’m still here. I remove my profession, I’m still here. I take away my diplomas, I’m still here. What is me? Teacher, mom, wife, daughter, tennis player, foreigner. What is me?! I remove my kids, I’m still here. I remove Jack, I’m still here. I remove this pen, I’m still here.

I remove it all, I’m still me. Everything that can be removed is not me. Everything I have and do can be removed. (My entire life can be removed.)

I am not my life?

What is left?

Me.

 

If truth be told

The truth doesn’t exist. It isn’t something out there that you can capture or plant your flag on. For vacation I went to visit The Truth. It was amazing! (But so touristy.) I plaster my fb page with selfies: me at The Truth. I drive down the street with I love the Truth on the rear end of my car.

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