Here’s something we don’t always say out loud: nobody becomes who they are by themselves. You’re not just you; you’re a whole collection of things that moved you, stayed with you, changed you in ways you probably didn’t even notice at the time.

It’s the book you read that cracked your world open. The song you played on repeat until the neighbors probably knew the lyrics by heart. The movie line you and your friends quoted so much that it became your inside joke. And the weird, wild passions that pulled you in so deep you forgot to eat or sleep.

All those moments have meaning. That’s you. That’s your remix. Because the truth is, none of us is an original in the way we like to pretend. We’re layered, shaped, and mixed. And no two remixes are precisely the same. That’s what makes it beautiful.

Think back to your high school years. What song instantly takes you back to that version of you? Maybe it played on an old cassette, an eight-track tape, a scratched CD, or lived in your earbuds. Worn out from too many replays. And even now, after all these years, the moment those first few notes play, you’re right back there.

That’s what

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