The deep secrecy of my own being is often hidden from me
by my own estimate of what I am. My idea of what I am is
falsified by my admiration of what I do. And my illusions
about myself are bred by another's imagined greatness.
If I do not know who I am, it's because I think I am the sort
of person everyone around me wants to be. Perhaps I have
never asked myself whether I really wanted to become what
everybody else seems to want to become. Perhaps if I only
realized that I do not admire what everyone seems to admire,
I would really begin to live after all. I would be liberated from
the painful duty of saying what I really do not think. [or feel :)]
by my own estimate of what I am. My idea of what I am is
falsified by my admiration of what I do. And my illusions
about myself are bred by another's imagined greatness.
If I do not know who I am, it's because I think I am the sort
of person everyone around me wants to be. Perhaps I have
never asked myself whether I really wanted to become what
everybody else seems to want to become. Perhaps if I only
realized that I do not admire what everyone seems to admire,
I would really begin to live after all. I would be liberated from
the painful duty of saying what I really do not think. [or feel :)]
Thomas Merton
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