Everyone around me is the other.

I look up to the other.

I learn from the other.

I become me because of the others.

I live for the other.

I even brush my teeth for the other.

I feel like the other is very confusing.

The other is so big. It’s everything, maybe.

Who would I be if the other did not exist?
Would this be the purest version of me?

The other is not a clear figure in my mind, it inspires me; the other inspires me. Maybe the other doesn’t really exist. Is the other a person? I think it could be something else.

Does the other make me happy or sad? I think both, the other is part of who I am. It is also the cause of my insecurities.

If the other is not only one, it is a group. A multitude of others. The other controls us. The other is part of our way of thinking. We don’t know this though. Maybe certain people are very conscious about this.

The other is what makes us alive. It is what makes an individual unique. Without the other uniqueness would not exist. We would all be the same.

What if the other controls us? And we have no idea it does? Maybe the other is what makes me write this right now.

You are the other, she is the other, he is the other, we are the other, they are the other, it is the other. It is all the other.

Now the ‘fictional’ other. I think there is no ‘real’ other. Maybe the other is something that exists but you can not see it. You can feel it and you can think it.

Does the other eat? Does it need to take care of itself? Maybe the other doesn’t see. It does not see, it does not hear, and it does not talk.

How does the other survive? Does the other survive through our own minds?

The other survives because we all have dreams. The other will always be hidden inside our dreams. Maybe one day you will see it.

Without the other we wouldn’t be here; but without us the other wouldn’t be here either.

Will we ever live without the other? Will the other always keep on influencing us?

Maybe the other will die soon.

What if it dies? Will we also die then?

The other