Growing old is realizing that I didn't really know myself well. I still wonder if I will still be me if I've experienced a different life or met different people. I am a combination of their influences, a blend of what I see in my surroundings. I wonder who I will become after all these experiences and encounters, and how they will shape my identity as I continue to grow.
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