Self

Sometimes you reach a point in life when you must confess,must go naked without those fancy elegant colorful silky garments you wore from the day you begin to see the world through your tiny narrow eyes, must walk barefoot in order to sense the cold mud beneath, must take off the mask you have been donned since you start to realize that the "other" is very important when it comes to accepting and appreciating the "self", all of these courageous steps you set to take are just for the sake of self-discovery ,and how adorable, delightful and honest to find out curiously who is the mysterious human underneath you.
I as any other individual, want but in need to know who the hell i am , not the repeated life-patterns in which i am stuck with no available outlet. because the position where i stand reflects truthfully on how i see the external things surrounding my being ,yet deceivingly on how i see myself, as a wise man told me once" knowing the pure self comes from within". thus I took this simple catchword as a starting point of my journey , a journey takes place only in my mind, as a matter of fact , i remember as well those words Henry David Thoreau says in Walden "Wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time". solitude becomes a desire , being alone turns a pleasure as i started to make my way out of the eggshell that i made with my own worn-out thoughts at an early time of my life. A.M