All these years...
All that I have tried has nothing to do with how other think or how others' perceived of me...
Not to deminish how the contextual factors have an impact on my own existence...
Rather, an epiphany about how I am my own worse enemy.
No one else could make me a person--- fuller.
No one else could make me a person--- less.
Not until I, perhaps, allow myself to use, mine, theirs, as an excuse...
Fuller or less me myself to make.
I am my own weakest link in a web of support and care.
Such, I guess, what they spoke of
I am my own worse enemy.
Done with Middlemarch
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An accomplishment of mine during the time of waiting for my book to be
edited... I finally finished reading the Middlemarch by George Eliot.
God bless ...
3 weeks ago
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