Identity (poem)

If I started to forget who I was now, anyway
I would still be better than I am today.
Because I knew.
What?
That life hands you not only limes to make lemonade from them.
No, it yields as well an assembly of odd threads to you
so you get knitting.
It’s to become a unique pattern,
a thrilling, intricate, awesome storyline.
If I want it to be,
because it is my identity.

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