Holding tight to dreams that never end...
All you need is what you are, so why struggle for another's approval? I witness people most every day with these crazy addictions for acceptance, and it saddens me to know that people are throwing away valuable time searching feverishly for things they will most likely never obtain. Is this wanting of approval inevitable? Unfortunatly, I feel it is.
Proposition: Disown your public image or personality and distinguish, then separate it from those of your inner self. A task of this sort may be difficult or even impossible to accomplish. I find myself questioning one's ablility to discern these two different sides of a person. Note: I am very skeptical. This situation leads me to my next question...
Will anyone ever know who they truly are? Every person is constantly influenced by someone or something, whether it be their parents, peers, trends,or surroundings...so how can anyone claim their personality as sui generis? Everyone in all honesty has been manufactured, or sculpted into their state of present being, whether they chose to admit it or not.
I have on occasion, abandoned my morals...betrayed myself if you will. Sometimes, I feel ashamed to have ignored this calling from inside, but am I really at fault for it? I know that I can not push the blame upon someone else, but is this situation more instinctual than anyone has come to realize? Or does its origin lie in the past...another innate complex brewed by our anscestors. And if so, is it reversable?
I'm beginning to wonder if life takes the form of questions.
Proposition: Disown your public image or personality and distinguish, then separate it from those of your inner self. A task of this sort may be difficult or even impossible to accomplish. I find myself questioning one's ablility to discern these two different sides of a person. Note: I am very skeptical. This situation leads me to my next question...
Will anyone ever know who they truly are? Every person is constantly influenced by someone or something, whether it be their parents, peers, trends,or surroundings...so how can anyone claim their personality as sui generis? Everyone in all honesty has been manufactured, or sculpted into their state of present being, whether they chose to admit it or not.
I have on occasion, abandoned my morals...betrayed myself if you will. Sometimes, I feel ashamed to have ignored this calling from inside, but am I really at fault for it? I know that I can not push the blame upon someone else, but is this situation more instinctual than anyone has come to realize? Or does its origin lie in the past...another innate complex brewed by our anscestors. And if so, is it reversable?
I'm beginning to wonder if life takes the form of questions.