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I AM
“I am!” she screamed.
“I am!” He bellowed.
I am tired.
I am lonely.
I am afraid.
I am sad.
I am happy.
I am excited.
I am. I am. I am.
Where do all the I ams come from? Where are they going? For what purpose? To what end? Why do we freely share our status or state of mind with friends, family, foes, and total strangers? Do we think they care? Do we care if they do? Does it matter?
I AM NOT
I am unseen.
I am unknown.
I am unloved.
I am unimportant.
We say that we are because we fear that we aren’t.
The louder we scream, the more we reveal, the more layers we peel back, the more vulnerable we become, the more we realize no one sees us because they, too, struggle to be seen.
The more I make it about me, the less likely I am to become what I desire, which is to matter to someone besides myself.
2025 is underway. Make that resolution a revolution. Make it about someone besides yourself.
I am resolved No longer to linger Charmed by the world’s delights Things that are higher, Things that are nobler, These have allured my sight
