We Are Not Ourselves Novels & Stories

Humans work so much slower than the rest of us. Then I remember why we’re here and I smile. One less human in the world won’t hurt me at all. We already look out of place in all black, all we would need is to draw attention to ourselves. I watch as a few guests pass us by, trying to appear normal.

'When you judge someone, you are judging yourself. When you hate someone, you are hating yourself. When you love someone, you are loving yourself. Nobody will ever betray, humiliate or hurt you, if you have not first betrayed, humiliated or hurt yourself. When we recognize that our personal good coincides with the Good of everyone, our inner light is turned on: at this point, when a human being becomes a Human Angel, their light, like a beacon, shines all around. The more lights are lit, the more humanity will be enlightened in these dark times, when the world of the ego, driven to its extreme, has begun its dramatic collapse. You are never alone,

Will we ever be just ourselves again? "I don't know," I admitted. Honesty over comfort. Reality over false hope. "We're in unknown territory. Literally unknown. No one's experienced this. No one knows how scattered consciousness works. How long it lasts. If it fades or becomes permanent. We just don't know." "I don't want to be someone else," a voice said. Young voice. Scared voice. Violated voice. "I want to be me. Just me. Not fragments. Not pieces of strangers. Not collective consciousness. Just me. Individual. Separate. Whole."

"The plans, the expectations, the versions of ourselves that we thought we had to be?" "I think about them, but they don't have any power anymore," Silas said, leaning against the doorframe. "They were just stories we were told, not the truth of who we are. We found the truth here." I looked at him, and I knew he was right. We had shed all those old layers, all those forced identities, and we had landed right here, in the quiet heart of our own lives. There was no more pressure to be someone else, no more need to justify our presence, and no more fear that we would be found wanting.

And if you’ve ever stood before a mirror and not recognized the woman staring back… If you’ve ever reshaped yourself to be loved, only to lose yourself in the process… If you’ve ever stayed too long — in a relationship, a job, a friendship — because you were afraid of what leaving would mean… This story is for you. You are not broken. You are not “too much.” You are not “not enough.” You are here. And that is everything.

And I believed in us too. "But you have to tell me, how do I switch from being a golden eagle back to myself because I don't want to be transforming rampantly around others."

"I'm not even doing anything...why can't I just be myself.. is that wrong?" "I'm warning you Precious... better be yourself pretty soon before you find yourself homeless..."

The love we share—the passion, the jealousy, the fights, the forgiveness—it’s built something no fate could ever shatter. And so, as the figure draws closer, its smile now fully drenched in malice, I realize the battle won’t be against it. The battle will be against ourselves. Against the strength of our will. And that, in the end, is what will define us. “We’re not what you think we are,” I say, my voice stronger than I feel. It’s a lie—but it’s the lie I need right now. “And if you think you’re going to break us, then you’ve got another thought coming—and it's about to hit you in the face.”

We are the architects of our own destiny, the keepers of dreams, and the warriors of change. With each new day, we embark on a journey of self-discovery, an odyssey of the soul. Our hearts beat in harmony with the rhythm of life, and we are driven by an insatiable thirst for adventure. It's in the quiet moments of introspection that we find our purpose, the whisper of our true calling.

Because as the system evolved— As the presence learned— As the record adapted— We couldn’t afford to lose that. Not yet. Not ever. Because if we did— Then whatever we were becoming— Wouldn’t be us anymore.