What Does It Mean To Be Me Essay

I often wonder when I am stuck in my thoughts. Like feeling like the cement is taking over your body. Why I am me, and I do the things I do and I say the things I say. And then I wonder if it is a paradox or something we truly don’t find out until we get older until we have many experiences and learn not to do things and we go through some hard things and some happy and some sad and we regret. We wish we could take back things we said we wish we could be someone were not. We think the thunderstorms, rain showers that are going on inside of our heads are merely just nonexistent we care too much but yet we don’t care about the things that we should. We wish we could be everything were not. It’s almost as if us as humans like we are designed like
I mean what are we why are we given the names that have been picked and what do our names mean are we able to live up to our potential or are we possibly just puppets in a game of hide and go seek or tug of war only it isn’t a game it is just the world. When feeling like we are so powerless we look on Instagram we think this will help but truly we feel saddened even more because we are all just characters truly we are and we need to decide what to do and not try to do things based out of merely people telling us or us telling us things we can’t do you have a passion you go for it. Try to reach your goals but everything you have and more until not only you but you are satisfied with your life. Don’t think your goals are too voluminous and that you are alone and you deserve to be washed up ashore with someone finding you with no breath in your lungs no spark in your eyes in your soul no happiness because what is worse than anxiety is nothing taking your life will not make things better it will just make you gone that’s right gone people crying and then a funeral you will be remembered but not the way you want to be remembered you will be absent you should never ever kill