What do I know?
Well, I know this is from the heart.
I know that we are far deeper than the eye can see.
I know that we all have a past. We have memories and experiences. We have traumas and battles and scars that are often visible and equally invisible as well.
We are far more complex and detailed and we are far more valuable and important to be summed up by the equation of a label or some kind of pseudo-identity.
No, I think you are more than that.
And so am I.

I need to go back to the idea we talked about in the beginning. I need to go back to that question I asked in one of my Sunday morning empowerment groups.
Do you remember it?
If you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of advice, what age would you pick to revisit and what would your advice be?

I might have been “just a kid,” and I might not have known much, but I did know how important it was to laugh and smile.
I knew that it meant the world to me to have a good time and special moments with the people I loved.
I knew that I was young or “just a kid,” but at the same time, I knew that the world was a great big place. I knew there were things to do and places to see. I knew that life comes with its priorities but at a young age, I also recognized that life can cause us to confuse our priorities.
For example, when someone is too busy, is there a worry that perhaps we are not important enough?
When someone forgets to call us, where does this place on the priority scale in their life?

I used to think that I was losing my place to so many other things. But no, this was just life and like I said to you before, life has a funny way of teaching us lessons.

What do you know?
What does anybody know?
Anything?
If anything, this journal has led me to a few conclusions which is that I only know so much. By now, since you have joined me this far, and you’ve never left me, I’m hoping that we can take this trip a little further.

You only live once, right?
At least, this is what they tell me and as far as I know, no one has ever come back to me from the beyond or said anything of the contrary.
I know people say things like, “no regrets,” yet, I think that our regrets are part of the ride.
This is part of life.
And why is this bad?

Before we move on, I think now is a good time to talk about the distortions of self.
Okay?
I want to talk about this and the way this leads to a misunderstanding of who we are.

I look back at pictures from when I was young. I think about the challenges I had back them. I think about the struggles I had with my self-esteem and my misdirection of ideas that somehow put me in a different class or category.