Are we ever fully us - or are we just parts of what we have met along the way?


How happy is the moment when someone - or even something becomes a part of you.

This urged me to wonder - are we ever fully us?

I don't think we are.

We are made up of parts of what we have met along the way - the people we meet, the ones who stayed and the ones who left. 

The passions we follow - crafting, acting or debating. The sunsets we love and the beaches we enjoy and for some, the little dog of theirs.

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