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Not a rant. Not nostalgia. Just a quiet piece that made me feel something. It doesn’t try to fix anything, it just notices what’s missing. This article made the silence feel honest.

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Some thoughts have been circling lately, about identity, perception, and how early we start being shaped by how we’re seen.

Not always through conflict. Sometimes through admiration. Expectation. Projection. Before we even understand who we are, the world has already decided what our skin means.

I read something recently that touches on that, gently. It doesn’t try to define identity, just to notice when it becomes something we carry instead of something we are.

It left me asking: What part of me is truly mine, and what part is just reflection?

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submitted 1 week ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

Sometimes, it feels like some memories, habits, or even fears don’t quite belong to this life, as if we’re living a draft rewritten by something bigger. Is it just déjà vu, or could there be “edits” from other versions of ourselves? The idea of reincarnation usually sounds mystical, but what if it’s more like being re-drafted, not starting over, just arriving again with more (or less) memory? Curious to hear your thoughts:

Can identity survive “edits”?

Have you ever felt you were carrying memories that don’t feel fully your own?

Is self just a story that keeps getting revised?

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