What if… What if it didn’t matter what you looked like? What you wore? Where you lived, what car you drive? what words you said, what thoughts caused you to decide? What made you hurt, and hurt really bad? What if it didn’t matter what people thought about you, about what they only think is you? What misconceptions they conclude based on their perspective on life? What if it didn’t matter how words slit your heart, clinched your soul with one fist, in a twist, making your eyes glisten? What if that reassuring smile, that everything is ok, didn’t matter?

What if it was ok to cry in a public place, when you really, really need to? To admit you’re weak and look up to find no one there but a reflection of your big eyes staring at a pool of agitation? What if it was ok to put up that picture that you only liked and everyone thought was ugly? What if it was ok to agree because you don’t have an opinion… yet? What if it was ok not to know what to do at the right moment and the right time, when everyone else did? What if … It was ok to overthink, say the wrong things, make stupid decisions, laugh at inappropriate times, love when the time’s not right, miss that assignment, make a midnight snack that’s actually a meal, misspell a word, run so fast and so far and suddenly look back when you swore you never would, what if it was ok to be unimportant?

You always ask who am I? Who am I? What are you but a pile of questions that never wanted an answer. Be yourself? Yourself requires a true revelation, how can you be it? There you go asking questions… So be it. Be a question, meet an answer half way then don’t care what it offers because answers are deceiving, questions are  true.