People. The manner in which our lives unfold is largely based on people just like the bases of a tree are entrusted into its roots, which if set in the right soil give rise to an incomparable and illustrative specimen. Its blossoming is impossible without those little underground ties with existence, and they present it with the possibility to evolve-no roots, no tree. Now of course how these roots are interwoven differs from individual to individual, and not having two identical sets is what renders us all unique. In other words, our relations with people ultimately play a crucial role in the development of our personalities- be it through enmity, friendship,love and the like (regardless of the type of connection two individuals have, they still largely impact each other’s spiritual growth).
Yet it is not seldom that people seem to misunderstand the role they play in somebody’s evolution, which is understandable given our inability to be aware of what others think. All in all this is part of the reason why life is so outstandingly beautiful, for what would it be without mystery, uncertainty and misunderstandings (as people as early as Heraclitus sagely asserted)? Nevertheless, I’ve noticed people tend to make use of the phrase “I know you/who you are.” too lavishly. Is “knowing” an individual merely a matter of time, or does it involve much, much more consideration and attention?
And is not that very phrase in most cases just a shortened version of “I know your tastes/interests/habits etc.”? It seems that we deem these things to be predominant in the definition of a person or another, but aren’t these disposable after all? Tastes may change, interest vary…So when are we close enough to be allowed to utter such hasty words about somebody since all these could change any day? By going to the core, to the basis of their thinking and considerations. I suppose that my view on it is perfectly expressed by this very short poem I once wrote:
You know my habits,
But you do not know me.
Who I am transcends a mere name,
some preferences or opinions.
Alas (?), you cannot see past that,
You cannot stretch as far as
Or down there?
Do I even know who I am?
So again, is it enough to know one’s preferences to know who they are? Is it enough to know their name, their address, their job…? Fortunately (?), the number of people who pay enough attention (as much as possible) to the essence of another being is extraordinarily scant. And does that bother you?
Since the whole goal of this blog was never to give you answers, but merely to inspire you to find them yourselves, I shall end this post with another question: Do we actually want people to know who we are? Is the desire to be understood effaced once one attains it? What do you think? Are we more comfortable when they don’t see behind our masks, or do we need a person or two to be able to gaze deep in there so we could ascertain our inner value?
Do we even know ourselves that well?