Those pages make a story for sure, but all are not written by me.
How ridiculous is it to say, that I’m not the author of my own life? Am I blaming others for failure, or giving them credit for undeserved success?
Maybe, I happened to be at the right place at the time to get the opportunities, and I learnt how to spell SUCCESS after failing the English test in school.
There are so many out there who would have loved this story to be theirs.
I can’t just shed it like a second skin. I believe it’s me.
Reena Saxena 
Everything is connected and we all write the books of life together, everyone on their unique page.
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You are right. ‘Everyone on their own unique page.’
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It is indeed a collective story.
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Thank you!
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Identity is not easily shed or traded. In a world that’s busy measuring inequity, what is equity? Well done, Reena.
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I like your take on measuring inequity and equity. Thank you, Dora!
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Nicely done, Reena. And so it is like skin.
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Thank you, Bill!
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Interesting piece on identity. I like it.
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Thank you so much!
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Everything in existence comes from stardust in various configurations. Everything is connected and nobody is alone. There is something reassuring in that foundation.
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I love these words. Good to start the year with. Happy New Year, Lisa!
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Thanks, Reena! Best to You in 2023.
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History tells us that luck has very little to do with success. Hard work, repeated effort, learning as we go? Yes!
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Cheers 🎉🎉
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A great reflection on what identity consists of, Reena
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Thank you, Neil!
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Such a profound poem.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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