When it comes to big decisions
We often don’t want to decide
Because we have some motives to hide
We don’t want to share them
Because we are afraid
Of what might be said
We are afraid
Of people who have power
Over our feelings and thoughts
Who’s bad opinions about us
Feel daunting
Or because us not wanting
The expectations of others
To be lower
We are afraid
Of not appearing perfect
And pretend that nothing has it effect
On our decisions, thinking,
And emotions
We are afraid
Of digging deep
Finding something that creeps
The hell out of us
Were are afraid
Of searching
Because the path
Long and steep
Might lead
To our ugly truth
As dark as an abyss
But its amazing
Why the most difficult thing
For us to understand
Is ourself
When we are with ‘it’ a lifetime
When we can hear it think
Feel it feel
Watch it change
It makes we wonder
What we were doing
All this time,
Beside not understanding ourselves?
It makes me think
What worth have all these shelves
Of books and diaries and pictures
If they don’t help us figure out
Who we are?
It makes me ask
What value traveling so far
Around the world has
If it doesn’t make us
Tackle the ultimate task:
To understand
Were we stand
From accepting
Our essence
That Justifies
Our presence
Decisions
Actions
The wise keep repeating
Know yourselves...
But we keep deceiving
Ourselves
Yet the most important thing
When dealing with ourselves is
Not to lie
The most important question
To ask ourselves is
*“Who am I?”
A semi-poem half-prose that I wrote yesterday when thinking about my current situation and that of several people I am in touch with.
Its odd, but sometimes several people, including myself, go through the exact situation at the same time, and need the exact same realisation:
I seems that the roots of most of our problems go back to lying to ourselves and not knowing who we really are...