what’s ours?

by mandaceehb

what’s ours in this world? we lose people, we lose possessions, we lose emotions, and usually what’s lost can’t be found.

whatever we have is only transient, even our thoughts and ideas, our feelings, the core of what we believe forms our identity. ‘me’ is too invariable a term to encapsulate all the changes stirring inside, painting beautiful murals and wreaking irreversible havoc. the ‘me’ last year isn’t the ‘me’ now.

when even your identity is a variable, what’s yours in this world?