I’ve known very few people who allow themselves to truly know who they are, deep down. I think that’s because people are afraid of what they will find if they look inside themselves. The possibility of looking, to find only emptiness, is too hard to face. They ignore whatever it is that resides there, and thus it withers. So, the possibility becomes fact.
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