My early morning reflection while waiting for my car to be serviced. Who of us has never asked, Who am I? Who am I really? What am I all about? It is as if we are all a big secret to ourselves and must search for clues, however obscure they may be. And when we cant find our true self, we more often than not depend on others to define us. We then allow others to define us from the outside, although we do not realise it. Or perhaps we dress ourselves up on the outside and never get back inside. In this way, we become totally confused about our True Self and start to find happiness in our False Self. As I grow older, I realise my whole life is like a show in the circus and I am the clown putting up the same show every night, but to different audience. Who could have imagined Robin William, who had spent his whole life making people laugh, was in severe depression? He had spent his whole life making the world happy, but who was there when he needed to laugh most? I think in many ways, a lot of us are living in our false self. This is sad.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 01:55:25 +0000
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