The Voices We Carry: Finding Your One, True Voice in a World of Clamor and Noise

by J.S. Park

A single page of my inner monologue looks like the worst roller coaster ever. A bunch of jagged vertices. A seesaw in a hurricane. Either I’m so in love with myself that I crush people into dust, or I fall out of love with myself and off Mount Olympus into a crash-and-burn.

so me

Everyone seems to be real keen on humility, but mostly they want that for everyone else. Mostly people say I’m a laidback guy, but the second they hear criticism, they squirm.