It all depends doesn't it? On each and every one of us-- what kind of environment we co-create with our mere presence. After all is said and done, all we really have to offer this world in which our individuality is born into is our presence and our absence, the poems we leave in one another's hearts. The thoughts about ourselves we leave in one another's minds.

We can always offer one another our open minds and our open hearts if we realize we have this choice:
we don't have to be the person that we have imagined ourselves to be. Why? Because everything
we have ever thought has come from our minds....our imaginations....our thoughts about....our place in time, our sex, creed, ancestry, sexual persuasion, intelligence, familial status, geographical location,
ethnicity or racial heritage, education, social standing and their *baggage* or *celebration* we live out daily.

I choose joy and play with my colouring books: all the emotions that do not define me yet are part and parcel of my experience of myself.

And you?

~A

p.s. I've also learned when to colour inside the lines when I must. ;-)