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Pieces of you

I found myself walking towards the regional library after one tiring day at work. Not only just because I wanted to escape from the crowd and the noise, but rather, to be in a place where I could re-connect with myself, especially when my job requires me to connect a lot with others.

That was when I started evaluating the places I would go, the very few people I tend to gravitate towards, the things I enjoy doing, and the conversation topics I tend to make, whenever I feel I needed to unleash myself.

They actually reflect who we really are and provide insights into our true nature. And when we pay more attention to these things, we have found ourselves clues to our core self. Regardless of how we tend to appear in front of everyone else.

Because sometimes, at the end of the day, you just want to be you, at the fullest, all stripped and bare. No more layers of masks to peel. You want to be the real you, who you feel most alive. No more residual energy trapped within yourself to weigh you down. You feel free and at peace.

Not that you cannot be yourself when you're at work, or hanging out with some friends, or whatever it is, but sometimes certain situations, or the roles that you play, or the tasks that you undertake, or the company you are with, bring out only certain parts of you. While there are some parts of you which you are able to reveal, it is not completely you. Sometimes, even exposing the you that you are really not quite. Or being the you others expect of you.

And should you find a place, or a person, somewhere, where you can be you at your fullest, that is where you are home. Hold very dearly to them.

But should you find yourself nobody to be with or nowhere to go where you can truly be yourself, then be fully, fully, present with yourself.

There are times, when you need to be with yourself, more than anyone else, to being the real you.

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