we as humans are born as blank canvasses 
we are free from outward forces
ideas haven't formulated in our minds 
we haven't the slightest clue of what is right or wrong
the reasons behind perspective and experience have yet to mold
we are born into a world as infinite as specs of dust dazzling in a stream of sun
when do we build our own voice and interpretation of the world
how do we as humans know what to expect when the wave comes up and throws you into a somersault? we are walking impressions of ideas, beliefs, and experiences


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