The Real Reality...

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Original posting date: February 2007

Every day is a new day of discovery, discovery about myself, about this world, about people, about life, about the truth....

Truth eh? Does that really exist? Things true for me may not be for someone else. My reality is my own; nobody else perceives it as I do. I am what I see myself to be...I dare to dream, I am confident and friendly, love adventure and nature, love to discover new things, love creativity, art, innovation, people, and love animals. For someone else though I might come off as shy or outgoing, arrogant or modest, indifferent or friendly and loving....my image relies on the reality of the person who is judging me...

"I am what I see myself to be"...is that the reality though?

‘Who am I?' is the question I have been asking myself for quite some time now. Will I ever find out? I get so tied up in everyday mundane things like appearance, beauty, relationships, work, ego...that I forget to nurture myself, celebrate and cherish who I really am. Am I the conscience that speaks from within? or the love I feel when I see my dear ones or the thing that tells me that there's a purpose higher than money or status in life...I don't know how the real me looks like...does it look like the person in the photograph? Is it the person I see in the mirror every morning? Or is it someone else? I really don't know.

So what is my reality after all? The inner voice, the outer me or what people perceive me to be?

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Ashish Sarode said…
Reminded me Koham Koham i.e. Ko Ahm Ko Ahm , in English - 'Who Am I, Who Am I'
August 12, 2009 at 10:14 PM
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