My mind drifts as I look around the class - the teacher truly uninspiring, I spiral into a mindless boredom - an insane numbing of the mind.
...so many faces... so many disguises.
I wonder what they are thinking? what secrets they hide... what joys they await... what pains they endure...
Do we ever really get to know the person next to us? or are they like me?
A reality created with great care - never too revealing, never too open... always wanting to appear perfect... not always achieving that.
It would be good to break free and not need anyone's approval
So why do some of us need constant validation? When we know what we are worth why don't we believe?
We all start with the same slate... then why do some people never seem to need anyone's approval, so sure of themselves - not needing anyone.
Is it nature or nurture?
Are we products of where we are born and to whom we are born?
Does life happen to us or do we happen to life?
How do we break free...how do we unlearn?
Can we create a new identity or are the chains of our DNA too strong?