We all try to create these personas. But who are we really? We get so caught up in what we think we want to present to others, that I don’t think we’re even anything anymore. It’s sad really. Creating an identity based on what is out there, not what’s in here. But how are we to even know what a true identity is. Show me someone who’s happy with themselves. It’s laughable almost. They say humans are the smartest animals, but sometimes I can’t help but think that we’re actually the dumbest. We create a world where no one can actually be happy, where no one has enough and always needs more. And if you are one of the few privileged enough to have what you need in life and be satisfied with who you are, how can you possibly be truly happy knowing that there’s so much suffering in the world? When we’re not torturing others, we’re torturing ourselves.