I have never really seen myself
I have only seen my reflection in the mirror
Or the other reflection
That bounces back at me every time I am
Criticised or praised
I have never really known myself
I have only known the individual parts of me
The certain aspects of me that I eventually begin to think
Are me
I have never really understood myself
I have only felt the feelings
Or done the actions
That define me
And I think I should know myself well
Having been myself from the beginning of life
Yet every moment I wonder
Is life real?
Is there a god that believes
We are just a fragment of his imagination
A result of his power
Or are we all just illusions
Believing to be something bigger
Something important
Everyday I marvel at how little we know
About the world around us
How little we know about ourselves
Is consciousness the word we use to describe this state of confusion
This state of overwhelming wonder
And even sadness
When we begin to realize the extent of what
We do not understand