My Thoughts, Numbered

“Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.”
— Anna Kamieńska, In That Great River: A Notebook...
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July 31, 2012 12:45 am

Thought #328

One of the best things in life is finding who you are in life. The moment you realize something about yourself that you’ve lived your whole life not seeing is just less than an epiphany. Who we are defines us as a whole. Others see things in us before we can even notice them. 

It’s fulfilling to one day become aware of a new piece of who we are. We are all constantly evolving into something new, a refresh button sometimes. I’ve recently discovered I’m more judgmental than what I thought I was. I can’t deal with some people and their way of thinking, or what they choose to do. It’s hard for me to physically be around them. I’m glad I’ve found this out now before I move to college, or that would be just a slap in the face. 

It astonishes me at how little we know about ourselves.  We walk around thinking we know so much, we are so confident in who we are, when really we haven’t even tapped into who are what we really are. We don’t know how we would react in a situation if we haven’t ever been in it already, no matter what we say we would do. Things are different when reality confronts us. 

We evolve. We are not the same people we were a year ago, a month ago, a week ago, a day ago, and sometimes and hour ago. We are a race of constant change.

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