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Isn’t it interesting how we change when we’re alone?
Who am I?
I vividly recall the day our English teacher assigned us the task of writing a speech on the topic, “Who am I?”
I remember sitting there, my chin resting on my hand, lost in thought, pondering how to answer such a profound question.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know myself; it was more about the difficulty of choosing which version of “me” to write about.
The truth is, I’m different with different people, and it took me a long time to realize that my favorite version of myself is the one that emerges when I’m alone, when no one is watching, and when my actions are free from observation or judgment.
Isn’t it interesting how we change when we’re alone?
When no one’s eyes are on us, judging our every move, our walk, our tone, our expressions, our choice of clothing — everything that usually defines our personality — can shift in an instant.
In solitude, we might laugh uncontrollably, sing at the top of our lungs in the shower, or dance wildly without a care in the world.
These beautiful, sometimes strange parts of our personalities often only reveal themselves when we’re truly alone.
