Self Discovery

Pensive and retrospective, I consider the fallacy people tend to reiterate with reckless abandon. The fallacy of knowing themselves… Do we really? Many subtle deterrents, emotions and combinations of both, are what form the sporadic bouts of feeling we go through. There is never a continued feeling of agony or ecstasy, is there?

I look back at the episodes of my life and find it amusing to think of the million instances, where I acted on the basis of knowing myself. Now I know how completely and entirely false that is. There are many parts of me, I am still discovering.

Are we really who we claim we are? Life is a mystery worth discovering. I guess our whole lives are paved to that one single discovery, the discovery of ourselves and I am anxious to know when that would end. Will it ever?

And as I stumble along this path of self discovery... I must say, I enjoy every moment of it. Life truly is beautiful.