“In every person’s life, around 27 to 29 years old, the stars and the planets align themselves to exactly the way they were when you were born. You’re faced with yourself. There’s no running away.”
– Lykke Li
Art by Archan Nair
The danger in pretending is not the quality of our imagination but the slow decrease of our true destination. Life will always remind us of the kind of people we are, deep down. The kind of mechanics we have that keep us moving. It can be a harsh glow of the fragile, tiny yet extensive vessels we are. We run into ourselves while simultaneously trying to escape from ourselves. We ask, and then question, the different states we reside in. Never truly believing in our victories and fallacies.
Is this what I think I am feeling?
Am I who I say I am?
Or are we only ever who we try to be? -Trying to be the you that you want, while understanding that one can only ever be…
We are not just who we aren’t.
So then, who are you?