Who are you? Why are you reading this? A simple question. One that is easy to answer. There are times when I am a loss for words and I look for inspiration. I try to describe the place I am to get an understanding what is important and what is around me.
We chose the places that we are. Wake up every morning and you find yourself at place of your own choosing. We chose the people we want to be around. we chose the places and lives we live. It is simple to this dismiss. Saying it is Fate that has brought us to where we are.
Do you have a Facebook account? How about an Instagram? Twitter? MySpace? Maybe a blog? The social imprints we leave behind, it is a bit of who we are? A bit of who chose to let others believe we are.
Read a bit of an article on Yahoo. Story line is this, what happens to your account once you pass? Legislation are going through to determine this. Parents of bullied children that ended their lives were not able to gain access to their accounts. Some would say good. Some not so. I mean there is a privacy issue that must be addressed. Who are we but the choices we make?
There comes a time when one can no longer blame others for their situation. There comes a time for accountability. Well, I leave it here for those that are reading.
Who are you? Why are you reading this? A simple question. One that is easy to answer. There are times when I am a loss for words and I look for inspiration. I try to describe the place I am to get an understanding what is important and what is around me.
