I don’t know the context of this but: we must choose ourselves because if we are trying to be someone else our whole life then we won’t get very far and people won’t like us for ourselves.
I think the Shakespearean word for jealous is jea
Answer:
Sight : The road begun to glisten underneath the headlights, Sparks lit up the dusk of day, A blinking red light from the trucks turn signal illuminated the darkened road.
Sound : The howling of wind soars through the sky, The branches creaking under the weight of ice, The sounds of emergency sirens awakened the still roads.
Touch : Car tires gripped the ice with fearful intensity, The power lines, heavy from the thickness of ice had snapped, This could include light touch, discriminative touch and touch pressure.
Taste : ice cold strawberries, juicy tartness of oranges, Sweet pulpy mangoes.
Smell : Rotting leaves and crispness of air, pungent odor of smoke, Sweet aroma of baking cornbread.
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Hope it helps!!
Poseidon is the answer.
(But what if its thor????) JK
