What makes me
I often think about my nature. What has become of me. And the idea of loving what I have become.
There lies many regrets in my life. A lot of dread, and self loathing for my actions. But I am a culmination of all my experiences, actions, and people who I have loved. To love my experiences and past is to love the person I am.
I am nothing without the pieces of people that I have left behind. I am nothing without the experiences learned through hardship. And I am nothing without the actions to come with every past, present, and future decision. So to have the type of humility to be knocked to the ground, and accept all my transgressions and wrongdoings, not only to myself, but others as well. Perhaps then, I can accept myself for the person I am.
To see and understand myself is to love myself. For to be seen is to be loved.