Hats bind us. They seperate, they're not not real, and but they're what make us... us. They make us athletes, dancers, bookworms, introverts, musicians, they make us the friends, sons, daughters and people we are. Whatever we do, whatever we are, we owe it to the hats we put on. Hats are the relationships we make, the talents we have, the reputations others see. Some people think we have hats we don't, and some people don't have any idea what hats we have. We make our hats, and they make us. Some of these hats are new, or practically unworn, and some took years to make and we add to them everyday, taking and adding, trying, or not trying, to make them the best they can be. I like the people that know how to make a hat for everyone, getting to know them and making there hat, their relationship, as real and beautiful as they can. I like the people, who no matter what hat they put on, still can somehow stay the same. The people that put a part of themselves into what they create. The people that do whatever it takes to keep their hats, or their relationships and roles, in good condition. But still, even the best of us have hats we've broken, or ruined, or forgotten. The hats we've let turn ugly, the relationships we've given up on. But nothing is past fixing, and with enough effort and work and tears and sweat, no hat can't be fixed, no sin can't be atoned, and no friendship can't be renewed. Nothing is impossible, but nothing is easy. No hat worth wearing, or relationship worth keeping, doesn't require hard work and dedication. We are the hats we wear, so make something you can be proud of.
