What is it that seasons us into who we are?
I imagine it begins at birth, from that first gasp of air. From there, we either cry all night or sleep soundly. Eventually we grow eager to walk, but to where?
Who comes and goes from our lives having left lasting impressions?
How do we make sense of it all as adults? When reacting to situations, what's really happening in our psyche? Are we simply mimicking what we've learned? Or are we ever truly being ourselves?
From person to person, different things come out in me. Why is this the case?
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