What is it in a name? Something like a taste. What’s it like meeting someone with a name you’ve never heard before? Is it different? Do you expect that they might be someone new, someone true to what’s between me and you? Are they faceless when they’re nameless? They might be something, someone you might remember or expect you might befriend or someone you’ll never know.
Does it even matter? What you think might influence who you are around them. How often are you the single source of influence for the people in your reality? Certainly we can’t escape our youth, but even then, what are we getting at, if not the truth? It must be something in our youth. Someone who we always knew but never grew. Isn’t it always you?
What’s it like to be untrue? Doesn’t that make you feel blue? Steve Jobs said that was true. It was like someone he knew, too. The man on the other side of the mirror, the man without people in the middle. The authentic you, the real you. Someone pleased with the life they have made come true, so that they might never feel blue. Joy right there inside of you. Are you willing to do it, too?