An aspiring freelance writer, movie addict, rock climber, certified ambivert, and a recent Business Graduate wondering about the world :)
Embodiment wasn't my choice.
That handful of traits that comes to mind may resemble the thousands of nameless faces in your back pocket. And yet your meant to possess one person.
Likely someone you may never know. It becomes your duty to pretend and be them, speculate if necessary..
I am anybody but myself, an undefined existence. The blatant alternative would be to know every fiber of your being, an individual's easiest fabrication of self-fiction. What other choices do we have then?
Well, our compromise would be to never stop questioning the merits of what we are, at the very least it signals change.
The bodies I wear are my experiences, visiting one life after another. And until I touched a person whose fully content with their own perfection, I will remain changeable.