How long do we live without knowing ourselves? I feel like I don't even know who I am, what I want, where I'm going. Am I okay with that? To an extent, I guess so. But I don't want to give up on getting to know myself. I don't want to give up on getting to know anyone else. There's so much to learn about the world, about each other, about life. I can't help but think I've been sheltering myself so much in what I know, in this Asian-American, Taiwanese-American, upper middle class, academically elitist world. I'm bilingual, culturally "diverse"; America looks at me and expects an intelligent, well-educated, -different- person. But I'm so homogeneous it's ridiculous. What do I know about the world? What could I tell you? Our strengths are our weaknesses. My culture is my comfort, but it's a crux.
It's important to be uncomfortable. Confront things you don't normally see. Be vulnerable, so others can see you for who you really are, not who you try to be, or who you think you are. Learn about yourself from others, and let them learn about themselves from you. We all need each other.
How well can you ever know someone? Sometimes, better than they know themselves, if in a different way.
So help me discover the world. Help me discover you, discover me.
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