I have no value without it. My life is worthless without it. Then what? Then what am I? What am I? Wait, what is this? This is me. This is the shape that lets others recognize me as myself. It is my symbol for myself. This is, this is, and this is as well. Representations. Everything is merely a description, not the real myself. Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me. But then, what am I? Is this me, my true self, my fake self? What is it that I am? You are, you are there.

There is little difference between how you interpret yourself and how the others interpret you, right? My clothes, my shoes, my room, these are all parts of what make up myself. These things are connected through your consciousness. So, what I think is me, is me. What I recognize as self, is myself. I'm no more and no less than the sum of my self-awareness. But I don't understand myself. Where am I? What am I? What am I?

Nobody understands me. What? Are you stupid? Of course, nobody understands you. Nobody can ever understand you. The only one who can take care of you and understand you is you yourself. So, you must take care of yourself. But I still don't understand myself. I don't even know what it is that makes me myself. How can I love myself?

You are still unstable. That is the present you, and the people around the present you, and the environment that surrounds the present you. None of these elements of reality last forever. Time continues to flow, and time brings change. Your world is in a state of constant change. You're capable of change anytime your mind perceives these changes.

What is this? A world of nothing. A world with nobody in it. This is the world of perfect freedom. Freedom. Perfect freedom. A world in which you have no restriction. Is this really freedom? Yes, this is.

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