Existentialism

There is so much one can be as a woman, and yet so little. As we are all but a small person in this vast world. On the grand view of the world even the most named people we know very little about. Though thinking of our closest friends what do we really know about them. At what point do we truly know them?

 

The family you grew up with may all carry on with their adult lives as much you may be involved with do you know what a person is behind closed doors. Do you know what their true hopes and dreams are? Perhaps they are too afraid to share them even with those they trust the most. Living in fear of those precious dreams being trampled.

 

Perhaps it is the fears we hold so close. So afraid that with the power of knowledge among people they may come true. When that very person may be the one willing to fight your deepest darkest fears along your side?

Who truly are the people we love? Who truly am I, how am I supposed to understand my mark on this world?