Just a simple take on what humans are.

Humans are just onions with opinions. The layers of personalities and prejudices that come with it. We don't grow up; we just add new layers from time after time. It's the infinity between two definite points, birth and death.

But, I don't know for sure. Whether we add new layers or strip old layers. Whether the passing of time and new experiences add a new layer or the time and experience show who you truly are and peel off a layer that you supposed was the real you.

In the end, are we destined for an entirety or nothingness? Once the dust settles down, are we going to be whole or null? Is our true self a stack of facades or stripped down nakedness?

Would love to hear your thoughts.