Know Thy Self

A while ago i was reading one of Kundera's books and i came across an interesting notion. He posited that if people know only the "outside" you and people live post- death in other people's memories. Then the conclusion is that the "real" you is the memory that endures or in other word the "outside" you that others only know and the "inside" you that you maintain as the authentic identity perishes and becomes unimportant. This led me to remember an interesting diagram a twelfth grade English drew for my class:




Neil recently wrote on the impossible notion of knowing oneself. I myself am clueless about my identity. Maybe it's okay not knowing who or what you really are. I'm trying to enjoy life as it comes, sometimes the big questions get in the way. Although this is an angsty type of post, it's not meant to be taken too seriously, just a little meditation on identity and an excuse to draw a silly yellow chart that impressed me when i was eighteen. (Oh and if anyone wants to change category of "What only other people know about me and i don't, feel free (and hopefully nice).)