The Image Of Me
There are thousands images of me in the head of thousands people who know me.
The image of me is different to each one of them. And maybe, the image of me that I have in my head, never exist outside of my mind, at all.
So, the question left was, “then why should I even bother of how they perceive me?”
It's not about being different, being authentic, or being true. It's just about being me (and you).
I'm glad at this point of my life, I'm no longer attached to the opinion of those who love me or detached to the opinion of those who hate me.
I don't even really differ them anymore, lovers or haters. Both sides must have something right and wrong about me. Or at least (if not right or wrong) something different to the image that I have about myself. And that's fine, if not completely normal.
There are thousands images of me in the head of thousands people who know me. Yet the most important one is the one that I have in my head.