Observer

 I do not know who I am without others.

My identity is melded into the mold of my surroundings.

Asked questions about myself, I only relate to my thoughts about my peers.

The lingering observation of the world all around me:

I learn from others.

I take pride in others.

I gain passion from others.

I learn to act from others.

I vicariously gain happiness from the people I make smile.

But are these thoughts my own?

Is my life nothing more than an amalgamation of observations?

Maybe one day I'll be told the answer.

Maybe one day I'll find out on my own.

[ Observer - Written 9 January 2023 ]

The Inevitable.