
legends are made of stardust which slipped my fingers into ether high, high … up there till it did not belong to me it drills a hole to remind what I could have been it generates resentment, envy I wrap it up in admiration, applause - without putting hands together so that the dust I still hold remains in my soul till I learn how to market myself without selling the ‘self’

This piece reminded me of biographies I have read of authors, who, in later life, regretted the amount of sex they included in their novels, on the advice of the publisher, to sell more books.
‘How to market the self without selling the self’.
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All this talk about personal branding always makes me think – ppl shouldn’t get a shock on meeting the real person.
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Brilliant piece, Reena! I sense this is a discussion with one’s inner self, not necessarily you. So well done and thank you for participating.
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Thank you, Franci!
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