[bedroom at dawn]
Have you ever realized you are not who you think you are? That for some unfixed time, you had walked with a shoulder's chip; always, invariably feeling misunderstood. Just to "wake up" and see that you simply didn't understand yourself. That all the criticisms you'd been chanting under your breath towards people (all of various natures), were the kind that could have easily described you? Did this realization come to you at some wee hour of a calm morning, and if so were you completely okay with it? If so, were you eager to move on and assume a revived sense of self-awareness? Did you take a deep refreshing breath, and find the ability to forgive (your past, yourself, and your arrogance)?
Have you ever in your life experienced this? Or is the only one who experienced this me?
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