Matter... or does it?

When I ascribe labels to myself, is it because I want others to see me that way or am I simply limiting my own experience? Is it because I stand rigidly in my beliefs or is it because I fear to explore the meaning of the other things? When I say I am this and I am that, but I could never be this and never that, am I covering up what I am or simply neglecting the many aspects of myself within? When I identify myself with what I have been taught, is it because I see it as truth or am I blinding myself to the truth of reality? When I bow to my beliefs, seeing myself only in a set frame of ideologies, am I choosing complacency by following footsteps not of my own, feeling too indifferent to make a difference or would I actually be willing to die for what I believe? And if that is, what it is, that makes up all I am, then what is everyone else made of who doesn't fit my systematic labeling gun? The universe began as a singularity, infinitely expanding into what I see, multifaceted versions of Source and if I want to live life for what it is, isn't it time to embrace the invariable oppositions within, permitting myself to love life and all its inhabitants in their chosen form. 

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a beautiful milieu 

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