Temet Nosce

Can anyone really Know Themselves. Is the world full of six billion people faking it?
Maybe I’m putting too much emphasis on this. Maybe life’s out there waiting for me, wondering why the hell I’m pondering all this.
Maybe I day dream too much. Maybe I’ve not slept enough, or too much. Maybe I think too much. Maybe I’m looking at life through the wrong end. Maybe.

I have all this enthusiasm and no where to put it. It’s driving me nuts. Nuts.

I think the worst part is knowing what could solve this problem, but being too much of a coward to progress to it.

I feel life’s passing me by and I’m here trying to catch popcorn in my mouth. Or maybe that’s what life’s about. Catching popcorn. Maybe.

“I always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific.”
- Lily Tomlin

I just saw this one, thought it was appropriate.

I can spend forever trying to work out who I am. And everytime I think I’ve got me figured out, I realise I’m now a different person than the one I was trying to figure out.
I’m constantly changing. For the better or for the worse, I don’t know.
This will probably sound complete nuts to some of you, but to others, I think you understand what I’m saying.
There must be shitloads of people out there who don’t even know themselves; who feel exactly like this.
Well you’re not alone.
And if anyone has any tips on this goal for me, then I’ll have your babies.