Identity Foreclosure

i like to think that i made violin extreme sport. You know, nothing is ever ending in jere so just a little bit o street crad the rare catastrophic violin engine. I didn't see my identity as maluable, as dynamic, as something that could change. And at the time, if i had been cultivating that kind of spirit, i would have navigated the moment better. But long story short, i was in his parents basement the summer before college started and stumbled upon a book called the language instinct by stephen pinker. It basically articulated the marvellous ays in which our mind works. The machinery is behind the scenes that's giving rise to our ability to