There are many versions of me. Some of them I don't even know myself. You may know one or more of them. I remember moments where two of the many worlds I lived in met, and people close to me were trying to reconcile these different versions of me. My family couldn't believe I was the same person my friends or colleagues were talking about. And vice versa.
One Apple A Day #939 - they are all coming home
One Apple A Day #939 - they are all coming…
One Apple A Day #939 - they are all coming home
There are many versions of me. Some of them I don't even know myself. You may know one or more of them. I remember moments where two of the many worlds I lived in met, and people close to me were trying to reconcile these different versions of me. My family couldn't believe I was the same person my friends or colleagues were talking about. And vice versa.