I am always baffled and sometimes
entirely lost whenever I try to comprehend some thoughtful quotes about “knowing
oneself”. It makes me wonder again and again what is it I have to know in
myself or about myself, I often curiously ask myself is it my characters, my
attitude, my behavior, or my destiny?, What are the actual differences within
them? Which of these do I actually design myself? These questions always lead
me to more other questions than answers. I doubt it, if those metaphysical
features that make up my personality are the reasons why some people hate and
why some like me, and why I hate some people and why I like some people. I
guess they are not, because these features are too abstract and the fact that
there is no correct perceptive skills or a universal systematic measurement to
comprehend or measure such abstract properties. Therefore, it would be
unreasonable to believe people’s judgments on my personality or for anyone to
believe my judgment on their personality, because everyone is actually seeing
through a self-constructed paradigm/lens. And you know what a lens sees is
determined by how it is twisted (I know that because I use to have a DSLR
camera). Consistently, Jamaica Kincaid wrote in “Autobiography of my Mother”
and I quote; …who you are is a mystery that nobody can answer not even you… So
why should I make myself a victim of other people’s opinion, their opinion is
created by them and for them, it is never for me.
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