secret identity

“Ping!”…the elevator doors open and he steps out. He takes off his sunglasses and places them in the pocket of his gray pinstripe suit. His black shoes match the black briefcase that he places on his cluttered desk. Checking his messages, he sits down in his office chair and turns on his computer. All around him people are buzzing. All with their own agendas and schedules. “Kent…Wheres that story?!” He looks up and …

…become a part of us. And our true identity will be forever lost. We live in a world where the pursuit for individuality and the characteristics that we exhibit has ironically become the norm of us all. Our only hope for saving our identity is to continually open ourselves up and live not based upon the set of characteristics that we are known for, but based upon the characteristics that we are made up of.