I Could Finally Say That I Was the Credo

I read somewhere recently that a good credo in life is Supress it, but don’t deny it. Note it. Name it. Laugh at it. Continue. In fact, I think some other version of myself actually wrote this credo in a slightly altered form. And, subsequently, it is a credo that I have mostly lived by since I was in my mid-teens. Well, perhaps I wanted to live by it in my mid-teens, but was unable to because my emotions ran rampant and flatulated upon any attempt to put the credo to practice. So, truthfully, what I did with said credo is that, initially, I walked at its side until it was sort of a familiar and I understood its ways enough to mimic them. It then became more of a constant companion, merging fleshily with my bodily presence so that its ways were more intimately my ways. When finally epochs had passed and its essence was itself my mind and I grew into decrepitude, I could finally say that I was the credo. Oh yes, on the way, there were setbacks, as with all credae. Sometimes our mental models refused to mesh. Sometimes our fleshy substrates violently rejected one another. But, at last I feel I am content sitting inside the same mind as the credo. May its benevolent spirit fester in me evermore.