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The beauty of misidentification. When one is covered up under the shade of misidentification, courage and freedom is stretched beyond the boundaries of an identified being. Just as if I am in a state of drunkenness, I would write, of such fascination. And one can say or write or think of things so out of mind that not one word made its sense, not one insult would cause any pain, no declaration would be a surprise and no love can be real.

Given a sillhoute to be someone esle in a moment. Would you have the guts to stand up, walk straight and have all the confidence in the world. Or the similar fear would still bind the spirit from being free to speak up and live every single moment of misidentification. Just as one can converse so freely in another's indentity, speaking of her mind and having no expectations of anything in a conversation that it became a light sweet free moment of true friendship.

Ask and you shall receive. But do not greed. Be hopeful of today but do not chase after anything of the world. Given whichever identity, known or not known. I shall not greed. I shall be hopeful but not greed. To have the heart to go back to the most beginning. The innocence, purity and a child-like faith.



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