every version of you probably exists still somewhere

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“How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory?

 

The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind.

 

The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory.

 

No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.”

 

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(via angelbeast)

 

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This is actually a part 2 of ‘full but empty.’

 

multi-cultural-face-blogIn that post I said … Maybe I could just suggest avoiding being ‘two/three/four/five faced’ as you attack filling up your Life and just focus on one good face. And maybe try and keep that face facing forward as often as you can.

 

Well.

 

The truth is that your one face will come to life in different versions in other’s eyes. You can do everything consistently … you can do your best … shit … you can actually be the best day in and day out … yet … every version of who and what you are will exist somewhere in someone’s memory.

 

Someone will pick up a picture of you and remember you in a way that you may like; you may dislike, but is actually some version of you.

 

Well.

How the hell does this happen if you are consistent?

 

Couple of things to think about.

 

Most importantly … interesting people are multi faceted. So even if you have ‘one face’ and one direction and one purposeful driven life and one clear soul … it can come to Life in different ways based on the context in which it is asked to interact with Life.

 

Life pulls out the best and worst of you. And rarely does it do so in solitude … you can pretty much expect a shitload of other people around to see what you do and how you respond.

For some of those people that will be their only memory of you.

For some of those people that will be their most impactful memory of you.

 

Does that mean it is you? Yes and no.

 

Yes in that it reflects a fragment of who and what you are.

 

No in that it most likely is not a particularly good judge of your overall you.

People should never be judged at their worst, or their best, and yet we ll do it day in and day out.

 

Suffice it to say … there are a shitload of versions of you wandering around out there in people’s memories.

 

 

Next.

 

We change. Yeah. we stay the same at our core but as we interact with people, thoughts and things we morph … hopefully for the better … but change it is.

That I was yesterday, this I am today, and there I will be tomorrow.

 

You are really the only one who experiences that time transition … everyone else is simply checking in and out.

 

What does that mean?

 

Part of the challenge about the whole ‘full but empty’ thing for us is that it isn’t always just about us.

You can feel happy about the way you are but people can see a variety of things which do not even closely resemble how you are feeling.

 

And most of us are self-aware enough, and observantly aware enough, to recognize any disconnects in real time.

 

So while being full and not empty is really about maximizing your potential in an overall sense … you also are stuck doing some real time ‘maximizing potential obstacle management.’

When you do this, well, it slows you down from full stuff and only encourages more empty stuff.

 

In the end.

 

We all know you have to actively participate in Life because if you do not … well stay true… Life will inevitably pick you to be on the worst dodgeball team, put you in the worst seat in a stadium and in the worst weather when you do not have the right clothes.

 

Stay true to thineself.

It doesn’t guarantee you shit in Life other than the version of you that you carry with you will look good to you. Not everyone else will like it … and some will love it. but you may as well have one you like.

 

You may as well be an architect of your own fate.

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