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I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine.

You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it.

I own everything about me, my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.

I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know, but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me.

If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded.

I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.

I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.

So if you have problem with me, well I don't care as long as this is ME.

I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell.. You see, I have friends in both places. The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept. I restore myself when I'm alone.

My life has been one great big joke, a dance that's walked a song that's spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself. I do not take a single newspaper, nor read one a month, and I feel myself infinitely the happier for it.