And I ask again: Do we know ourselves?
And what is this necessity that people have to know us so much, when we don't know ourselves?
It's funny, I think that in my case, I have never had this need to know the other. He is what he is and that's good for him.
Do I really need the world to know me? Will it add something to my life? And what will it add to him or her if he or she knows more about me?
The fact remains that my title question is still there.
In other words, what little I know about myself, I doubt others know. And what if he or she does get to know me?
I don't know why I raised the question.
It is certain that sometimes we think we know a person very well and then he or she commits an extraordinary act that makes us realize how little we knew him or her. So it's a waste of time.
However, not long ago, I heard the phrase: as if I had knitted you.
And again, I didn't like it.
Should I accept it?
Not at all!
Yes, I imagine that those who are close to me think they know me because they have spent millions of years together, but I pretend that nobody knows me. I still have to know myself.
Am I, in spite of myself, doing an examination of conscience? Who could confirm this?
This word conscience is made of two words, con and science. Con means with and science means knowledge.
So, this examination would be to know who I am, why I am like this?
I can easily say, I am what I am. Take me as I am, otherwise too bad!
