Inward

How much do you know yourself?


How ironic that despite living and knowing so many other people, you do not even know yourself. "Oh, he or she's such and such a person, who likes this and that", but yourself, you hardly stop to describe in equal detail. You do not think about what makes you you, because you know you are you simply because.


To you, there is no need to decide what or who you are. You just are. And for the good majority of your life, you will be more than happy to live in denial of that knowledge of who you really are. That is, until someone tells you.


Is it because you are afraid of what you might realize you are? That you may be of a character that you actually openly despise in others? Or perhaps, you realize that your character is not what you envision a generally good person to be.


Or is it because you are too lazy to bother? In which case, you have deciphered one part of you already.


Or maybe... it implies that you have less than complete control over your actions. Having surrendered to an identity which you inadvertently place yourself in the moment you define it. Because you are such and such a person, you should therefore act in such a way? One can say that you would have acted in that manner with or without having defined your identity anyway, but oh well.


As humans we are wired to rebel against restriction, unless a rationale which we accept as valid is provided. Even if that restriction is placed upon ourselves. The answer? We justify our character within ourselves, even if others do not approve. We will say that we are like this because of so and so. We effectively ignore peer opinion by doing so.


Whoops. It's late. More next round.