You ever sit and think back to when u were a specific person and then met somebody n now u different. You ever thought about the number of times that thats happened ?? It’s crazy.. we not really us. Ppl create us.. how they treat you affects and changes you over time, what they say, how they move, their smell. It could be lil or big but we are just different canvasses for ppl to paint on. The next person just starts a new page on you every time. So who are we really if we change constantly? Who are they if we examine the pictures they paint about us?