Being me is being a student for the rest of my life. Trying to find answers to life itself. Deeply contemplative and ruminative thinker.
Being me is being part of a whole. Of belonging to my family. In being incomplete without my family, I complete my being.
Being me is being cheerful despite all odds. Of finding happiness on the bleakest of days. Being me is smiling in the face of hardships.
Being me is being imperfect. Of love handles and double chins. Of gray hair and crow’s feet. In acceptance of my imperfections, I celebrate… being me.
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