One Apple A Day #641 - an infinite story
"Can we ever know who we really are?"
Lately, I've been pondering and writing a lot about identity. About the importance of knowing who I am and defining my actions from my identity to make them more powerful.
Then this morning, I opened the laptop for this little writing exercise of mine. As usual, I started by clearing the space closing the programs and documents I left open yesterday evening. And in one of them, a page with all text that I highlighted on the books I read recently, this question stood out.
"Can we ever know who we really are?"
Can I?
I mean, I know my name, story, facts, skills and so on. For sure, I have knowledge about myself, but that's just the surface. Maps, as I wrote a few days ago.
I'm also aware that there are also parts of me that I can't see. My blind spots. Thanks to my relationships and conversations, I keep shading more light on them, but I don't know how many are still there.
But even if I could cast away every shadow and illuminate every dark corner, I feel that it won't be enough. There is more to me, and to everyone that our limited minds can grasp.
That's what makes this journey of life so fascinating to me; it is infinite.