Do you honestly believe you can learn anything about a person from a short blurb in a mini-bio? You can spend your entire life with someone and never permeate all their layers. We see what we want to see. We manipulate others into thinking we are someone we are not. Most of us are still searching for who we are. I am still but a shadow. A mystery to myself. Will I like what I see when I finally look in the mirror and come face to face with my true self? Or will I cower? Will I scream? Repulsed at that which stands before me, no longer able to deny who and what I truly am.
This is a dead scene now, Nothing will ever stir. The end will never brighten it more than this, Nor the rain blur -From Medusa (Louise Bogan 1897-1970)
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; It is regret for the things we did not do That is inconsolable -Sydney J. Harris