Yesterday, my philosophy teacher asked us to answer the question: "Who are you?". I realized that I never wondered who I am. I'm always trying to find a meaning of our lives, to find out why our world was created or the reason why everything happens in a certain way but I never even asked myself who I am. It's just crazy that something as simple as my own identity can make me feel so lost!
My first reaction to answer this question was, of course, to give him my first name, surname, even nickname and date of birth. But how can a civil status define what's within a human being?
So, I started to think maybe I should give examples of what I like and what I don't like in general, or maybe by "who are you?" he meant what can differentiates you from other people, but that would be a way to admit that there is a universal norm which I definitely think is false because I believe that we are all completely different (which is a great thing); if we all try to stick to a certain norm it's because of society's force, that's all. But that don't help me in the process of finding who I am...
So, I understand that I didn't even know who I really was. Who would have thought that I'll be my biggest mystery!
Then I became paranoiac: If I don't know myself how can what I'm thinking about other people be something else than an illusion? OK, maybe I am going too far, and that's what those 2 pictures are all about mystery and trust!
GOOD WEEKEND ;)
Sorry I forgot this one:U2 - Mysterious Ways