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If you asked the average person what the hardest thing in the world is to find, you often hear some outlandish answers. Buried treasure, forgotten knowledge, The key to success, etcetera etcetera.
You want to know what's truly the hardest thing to find? Ourselves. Our identities.
And it's here that I sit. At some crossroads betwixt and between identities.
On one side is my past. Where my old, dead self reigns supreme. Countless hours of living a life that felt somewhat incomplete, almost like a dream. My darkest hours and finest moments dwell within that aforementioned dream, and while I cherish some of the experiences, that form of me is long gone.
Now, on the opposite side of the scales sits my future self. A new life, new name, a whole new array of possibilities. But the road leading there is fraught with struggles and doubt, all leading to a hopefully brighter future.
Yet here I am, in some grey zone between the two. Belonging to both, and to neither. All the while feeling the ebb and flow of both sides pulling me toward it, threatening to tear me asunder, even though the future will forever win against the past.
Yet there are are those we accept both side, embracing them as one whole. They are not always felt. Hell, sometimes I question their very existence. Yet it's these phantoms that hold the stitches togethe, keeping me from bursting at the seems.
The only problem that remains is the ever constant shrinking of the grey zone.
There is no peace treaty in this conflict.
Everyone must choose a side.
But with this rises a question; Who will be on the correct side once the dust has settled and the conflict is over?
Which seems will burst before this is finished?
Who will I really be once the past has been completely buried?
