I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then. -the Cheshire Cat

 

Am I the same person I was thirteen seconds ago?

Here’s the answer:

I am positively, penultimately, definitely, without a fleck of uncertainty,

not.

 

Every single thing I do changes me.

You probably don’t notice that, but I do.

Every time I pour my soul into a new poem

and every time I paint my hidden heart onto a canvas

I change.

 

You don’t notice, as I have said before,

because I still act the same.

Even if I started hating tofu,

(which I would never do because tofu is amazing)

I would still eat it and tell you I loved it

because I am afraid what you would think of me

if I changed.

 

But I have changed.

I changed in the one way you never saw coming:

I do not care what you think of me anymore.

And by changing in this way

I have become free.

 

My inhibitions have been peeled away

like post-it notes from a slab of cardboard.

I have been peeled away from this world of superficial desire.

And I have broken through the shackles

with my spirit alone.

 

And now I can

listen with no filter

see with no filter

speak with no filter

live with no filter

and be with no filter.

 

Because I am me

and I can do great things because of it.