Sunday, 29 November 2020

I am what I think I am
When I was young, I couldn’t understand how these words go around as I become older and meet many of my kins, friends, and people through social interaction. I gradually have a smaller circle, and the trust I have in all of the said demises slowly. Whom should I become, where have the thought of the self get dissolved. Sometimes, the people I love dearly, care for, and trust slowly swap away to make me feel lonely again, just like a baby was born alone. Why does the self have the glitches in me? What should I do to get it away? It becomes hard to be with the person knowing it all. The strength that I have to the self has no more. It’s hard to be someone who I am not. What makes me indeed a person has gone, but to be who I am, I have to be. C. H. Cooley says, “I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.”

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