I have struggled my whole life, trying to figure out who I am. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun to realize that perhaps we never truly figure out who we actually are.
We are constantly changing and evolving, because humans are designed to be adaptable. We are designed to adapt to our aging bodies, our changing surroundings, and our ever-shifting social dynamics. It’s in our DNA. So how could we possibly pinpoint exactly who we are when, by the time we think we have gotten right, we’ve changed again?
As humans, we have so much more to us than our looks, the way we talk, the food we eat, or our weight. I’ve struggled with all of these things in my life and I’m only just starting to break free of their grasp.
We are complex being, complex individuals who cannot be summed up by a word or a sentence or a paragraph or everything a novel. Perhaps we are too complicated to ever truly understand ourselves.
Our brains are what have made everything known in this world, and yet we ourselves cannot understand the workings of our own minds.
Does this mean we are simply incapable of reaching such feats, or does it mean that we have a mind that chooses not to recognize what it is capable of?
To me, it’s the latter. We are far too complex to never reach those heights, but in the end, maybe it’s best that we don’t.