Often our image of ourselves carries a bit of distance from reality. It's easy to spot in others. A bit harder to spot in me. But sometimes those images come together, and seem a "fit" for who we should be. We can spend years following an image we've accepted of ourselves, only to find, in the end, that it isn't.
What makes my image? What people tell me I am? What I imagine I am? These are questions for real soul searching. And, of course, attempting to be that image. But sometimes I let the image of who I think I should be replace the authentic me.
Sometimes we look with envy at what someone else is doing, envy because we secretly admire that person, but envious because we find every excuse to deny our own potential in following our dream. Sometimes we remain the image others have of us because becoming our own self is too painful, too new, too hard to adjust to. So we cling instead of letting go. How shall we ever find our real self? By serious reflection. By courage. By acceptance of failure when the "image" doesn't work.
Who do I say that I am?
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