Sunday, April 17, 2016

What I want to know about me?

I don't know.

Why do we need to know our self, or need people, or relationships,  or want to be careful or be safe?
We experience fear; take care of the family; never want to apologize.

We want to trust. Deal with fakes, and find true love, nobility.

Imagine the emotions raging through us, within us, the entire range, depending on the premise our mind functions on, surviving with or without guilt through our actions.

Could one defend greed? Yes.

Could one base its philosophy on greed? Yes.

So on and so forth with all our emotions, which can be defended, philosophized and argued upon.

Feeling safe, to be trusted, to trust remain our basic urges.

How safe do you feel and with whom?

Who would you trust entirely?

I close my eyes to see what face hits my perception, whose name do I hear first?

Then what do I do?

I don't know.