to have a complete stranger define me.
Because sometimes it's hard to see ourselves for who we really are, when looking from the inside in.
It's the little things, mostly. I think that this blog is evidence enough that I understand a lot about myself as it is; I know the things that drive me up the wall and the things that make my day. But what I am really getting at are the things that I have yet to define about myself. There's a lot of pieces missing from the puzzle. It is a very self-centered thing to wonder about; to be borderline-obsessed with figuring out exactly what it is that makes you tick. But... in my previous self-discoveries, I have found that learning new things about myself allows me to accept the way I think and act with others on a deeper level. And in this way, I think that by gaining a better, more realistic understanding of myself, I will be able to turn this into a better understanding of others as well. The best way to describe the desire to be defined is that I need an unbiased opinion, but from someone who knows all of the facts. I'm fairly certain this doesn't exist.
On a deeper level, it's almost as if I'm searching for the anecdote to rid myself of reoccurring confusion; to save myself some trouble, and to stop making things tougher than they need to be. I spend so much time hung up on the past; things I've said and done; a play-by-play reeling in the back of my memory. I'm aware that thinking on the past cannot, and will not, change it. I suppose my intentions are to analyze the things I wish I could have done differently, and then have the foresight to avoid them the next time I have a similar experience. I believe that we are all working towards being the best possible person we could hope to be, and this is simply not possible if we lack the patience to persevere and self-analyze. In order to live with ourselves, so-to-speak, we need to be at peace with the way we feel, think, and act. Maybe some of us discover ourselves to the core earlier in life than others. Maybe some spend their entire lives searching for it. Maybe some of us have known it all along. I'm not there yet, but I'm determined to find it.
On a deeper level, it's almost as if I'm searching for the anecdote to rid myself of reoccurring confusion; to save myself some trouble, and to stop making things tougher than they need to be. I spend so much time hung up on the past; things I've said and done; a play-by-play reeling in the back of my memory. I'm aware that thinking on the past cannot, and will not, change it. I suppose my intentions are to analyze the things I wish I could have done differently, and then have the foresight to avoid them the next time I have a similar experience. I believe that we are all working towards being the best possible person we could hope to be, and this is simply not possible if we lack the patience to persevere and self-analyze. In order to live with ourselves, so-to-speak, we need to be at peace with the way we feel, think, and act. Maybe some of us discover ourselves to the core earlier in life than others. Maybe some spend their entire lives searching for it. Maybe some of us have known it all along. I'm not there yet, but I'm determined to find it.
The Self, at it's core.
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ReplyDeleteFeel the same exact way...but will you ever truly know everything about yourself? I feel we are always changing adapting, having new perceived notions. Our thought processes and feelings change, we are never truly set on ourselves cause hell the next day something new and unexpected could shake us into a newly defined individual.