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There are 3 mes



The me that I think I am

The me that others think I am

The me that I really am



How close is the me I think I am to the me I really am?



The movie the Neverending story talks about this subject. One of the characters in the movie said that even when the mightiest warrior sees a reflection of their true self, they may run away screaming.



It takes alot of courage to show one's true self. I think many of us have a deep need to be accepted by others. By showing our true selves we run a risk that people will not like what they see.



I think there is alot of good stuff in me but my emotions are limited to happy or angry. Are most men emotionally retarded? I find I can't cry. It is a trajedy of our time I think that we cannot allow ourselves to experience the full range of emotions we possess.



I am affraid to sit with and observe my thoughts for fear of reconnecting with emotions...emotions I am affraid will limit my effectiveness in my chosen path in life.



How many people are constantly mindfull of themselves? I think most people are constantly distracting themselves of the truth and the you that you think you are is in fact very different from the you that you really are.

Teachers are everywhere and they are trying to tell me things. Why did I only recently start to learn how to listen?

Everyday I go to bed tired with a million things I want to do wishing I did not have to sleep. I want to be the best at everything but there are only so many hours in a day to practice.

Sometimes like tonight, I think being able to live forever would be the best thing to happen. Then I start to think about vampires in the movies who are immortal and all the people who want to be one of them.

Finally I realize that too much of anything, even life, is bad. One life properly lived is enough for anyone. I also wonder how anyone who is not happy now could think that being alive forever will fix everything. They will just be sad forever.

I become sad when I think of people who just want a friend and someone to guid them through a world that can be very kind and beautiful but also very cruel and ugly.

Why is it so hard to face the fact that we will die? Most people at age 12 go through a phase of constant death worrying until they learn to distract their minds from the fact that they are getting older.

I think this is where people take a wrong turn and why they are constantly surprised when they hit 20, 30, 40 and begin the distraction process anew each decade with renewed vigour.

Why do many people laugh or make weird faces at people who bring up the subject of death? Why do many people think they are crazy or strange?

It's funny how it often takes a familiarity with death to learn to squeeze every last drop out of life.