I was sitting by myself at a café today, when I realized I look outward now. Toward the world. It felt a bit strange, because for the most part I’d spent my years looking inward. Toward the self. … A threshold has been crossed, maybe. … After all those years looking inward, by now I […]
Tag Archives: Knowing oneself
I’ve learned that you’d have to spend a great deal of time by yourself—without other people to distract you—in order to get to know who you really are. It is very scary. The journey into the self is just about the most terrifying thing one can go through. How sure are you that you won’t […]
InkBlots and IceBergs 