Where can I start? Perhaps it is best to note the first pondering of “who am I?” Yes. Regardless of my past, there was always a side of me that questioned “what is” and “what if.” Thinking back, I recall writing my thoughts on paper in regard to “who am I?” If memory serves me any merit, I was about 16 years old when the thought occurred to me. Despite time, the concept stayed with me long after the paper disappeared. Then again, it may be amongst my tons of papers. Who knows.
The gist of my words were: Who am I? Am I who I am or am I who I appear to be to others? I addressed masks and facets of self. In the address I had also noted that it was my belief that we are truly ourselves when alone as all the fragments come together, the masks are dropped, and thus in our solitude we are whole. Who really knows who and what we are? Based on observations, one could say so and so got to point B by coming from point A, however, is it really that linear? No. Only one person can know the full internal process(es) and that is the individual who experiences themself. Acknowledgment. Ah yes. That wonderful word brought forward via introspection. Can one really lie to themselves? It is possible through rote to convince yourself that such and such happened or did not happen, but in all seriousness, who is really being fooled?
I chose to write about this today after discussing life with Stan. The above was mentioned and then I questioned the matter of our universe and where it lies. Based on thoughts of self, but not in a selfish way, I stated that the universe lies within us in various ways. It is not just our minds which holds our data, but also within our very atomic structure. We spoke of living in the dark, looking for the light, and blindness. He too is aware of our energy and, for lack of a better word, metamorphosis.
For those of you who have read me, you may remember that I posted a blog relating to the meaning of life. Although I cannot say I have an answer for you, I can say that I have an answer for me. ~ Maggie ~ May 24, 2009 @ ??? I got distracted.
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