On self.
Maybe you (directed collectively, toward "us") function as a direct outcome of what you once did in the past, just to be "cool."
If you once smoked, because you thought it was cool, you kept doing it, and eventually, it wasn't to be cool anymore. You became, a smoker. Same with drinking.
If you once fought, because you thought it was cool, you kept doing it, and eventually, it wasn't to be cool anymore. You became, a fighter.
Maybe the truest part of you is the part you never did to be cool. Everything else that is learned can be unlearned. I never thought playing piano was "cool," mainly because it wasn't. Classical music, inherently at its core, is not cool. But that's what I became. A pianist.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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