On remembering who I am again.

Also, I hate Squarespace blogging. I need to find another way.

Before I remembered again. I had to find pieces of myself in other people to be reminded. Maybe that means that it isn’t truly who I am. That I am as much part of other people as they are part of me. The parts of me were never lost. Only disguised. Ever-present in the form of others. To be reminded is to see myself, longing for the return. Finding my way home. Until I am there again. To be guided. To always have that safety net. Which exists not because of others, but within others. Others who still hold pieces of the truest form.

How can it not be me when it is the only place I can truly feel at piece. Not a choice. But a necessity. A necessity to go on. When something is needed. Is it not just what it is needed by?

It is the truest form of all of us. but in finding it. in seeing it. in holding onto it. in letting it be held. because it does not need to be held onto. it needs only to be let held. few of us do.