WE.
The older a person becomes, the more they begin to realise that I doesn’t exist. But the I is dangerous and tends to grow alongside, if not against ,this we. Unobserved and uncontrolled. Only, soon enough, or through strife, does a person realise that there is no I without we. Thus, I cannot exist.

WE.
When all is stripped away, it is indeed the I that panics and realises that there isn’t survival without we. There isn’t an existance without we. This place of panic can be a sacred place of transformation, of growth and understanding, that brings one closer to the people around them that formed them. These people are never gone but live in our memories, our surrounding. In ways, we remember them easily – if we let ourselves. The I cannot exist in isolation which only makes one ask, is there really an I?

WE.
The answer is no.

WE.
I, simply put, is a facade. An image cultivated to relate onself to others in their description of the person formed by we. I, is what one believes and thinks of themselves. I, is this physical self that we see – not the person that lives within this body. Often times, what we think and believe of ourselves is a misconstruction because we are famously the worst observers of ourselves as human beings. So what we know to be I, or what we describe as I, is often what we think of when we see ourselves in the mirror.

WE.
Because of the culture centred around I, the we can be seen as weak or unable to sustain because of the complications that come with it. At the heart of life, we are all little kids seated around a table, each with their canvases and paints and we are all creating something for ourselves. This act is communal and yet, the older we grow, it can get so very lonely – to be moving through life carrying the weight of our creations, decisions, choices and mistakes – each beautiful and other in their nature.

WE.
It becomes a complication to take up the we because, as marketed to us, I is simpler. All decisions rest on ones head and thus, they can move faster through this time ticking marathon and get to their goals without much friction. But that’s exactly what it is . . .we. It’s friction that brings heat and heat means warmth. It’s complications that build arguments and debates, that lead to solutions. It’s collective movement that brings archiving and a bank of knowledge that cannot stay among the same generation. As a human speceis, we didn’t get to where we are without we – forced or otherwise. This of course brings complications to the human species and it’s movement forward, thus the fragmenting of the world between I and we.

WE.
Simply, there is no I. Famously, Trevor Noah has said, “The price of civilisation is the stability of the village.” (Or words to that effect). Thus we must strive to tame this I, this Ego that exists to serve itself in its own grandiose imagery of itself and realise that even though we may be far apart, there is still WE and that I cannot exist without it.