Identity. It’s central to what matters (to you). And that makes it essential to the art of persuasion.
Who I am.
Who I think I am.
Who you think I am.
Who I think you think I am.
Who I know I am not.
Who I think you think you are.
Sometimes, identity it seems to be the only thing that matters.
I’m so much better off than you because I get it – I understand how it works. I can see that you don’t get it, but I also see your internal conflict. It’s obvious, although that might be because I’m more sensitive to such cues than others.
I do believe someday you will realize it and change your ways, to be all you can be. You’ll be happier then. And so will I, because it pains me to know you could be so much more, if-only. I’m know I’m lucky, but hopefully you’ll be lucky too, someday. Maybe I can help, but will you let me?