I think. I’m just like you.

I am you.

I am you who stares at the elegance of other’s writings and beauty of their messages and wonders?

I am the you who seeks knowledge to understand systems and processes. Why and what makes people satisfied and hurt.

I am you.

I am you who despairs at times about my personal circumstances and considers how I might surmount life’s interminable hurdles.

I am you, striving to do the right thing at the right time but acknowledges I am fallible.

I am lost, I am unseen, I am an unknown. When I was ten, I was whisked away to a foreign country.

Foreign, because I knew nothing of its history before I arrived and stayed eight years becoming a full integrated citizen.

For years we endured the abuse of an alt. matriarch who took away our needs. I am you in the memories you reflux about the schisms in your family.

My sisters often joke that we should by now all be under therapy for what we endured. Those circumstances mirror events you’ve been through and feel there is no escape.

I am so you.

I am you when through companionship, we rebuilt. I am you when you dreamt there had to be another way. I am you when I felt satisfied and wondered how long it would last.

Then I became someone else and wanted to find me, you, again.

I teach now. I teach because inside all of us the same needs exist. I am you trying to share with others. I am me in you ensuring that what ever I can do to enrich the next generation, you, me, do our best.

And if I could do all this, it would not have to be an Afterthought. Be Us.