To be yourself

Douglas Coupland wrote that everybody gets a certain age when they want to get away from their lives, regardless of what they look like from the outside or what they are pretending to be. People just do not want to be more at what they are. They want to stop the train of existence and, send everyone far away, get out. It's a versatile sense that is not inevitably missed by a beggar asking for coins that you get to see every day at the bus stop or the Queen of the United Kingdom. Later, Douglas Coupland calls this a mid-twenties crisis.

Do you want to escape?

 
Acknowledge, sometimes you are thinking of being somebody else, getting into the role, letting someone else manage your own body for a few days. To be anything but not yourself. Or yourself that is the same as everyone else, but less than real you. Another you who has a great job, a good home, a perfect family, and will remain until the board of coffin.

There is nothing wrong to be you or to be me. In the end, life is quite ok on other days, right? You say - I'll survive. Comforting your environment is nothing to worry about when you increasingly looking into to the sky as there u feel an eye-contact with the creature living on Andromeda's nebula. Everything will pass soon. Perhaps you will only multiply Martini lying in bed and go shopping at eleven o'clock in the evening, with the sound of Norah Jones "Come Away", and in the morning you will not even recall what you were browsing for.

 The little things help us not be yourself. Acknowledge that.

However, sometimes in the morning, when cleaning your tooth you secretly looking in the mirror - you can't recognize yourself! Or, when you walk on the street, you caught your reflection on the score, in the shop window, in the passerby glasses. You are not you. You are all the reads of magazines, books, movies you saw, your friends, radio shows, past clerics, parents, neighbours, strangers that you see in a park on the bench, etc. Collager reflection.

You need a lot of courage to be yourself. Because you want to be acceptable.

On the other hand, who are you? Who am I? Are decisions you are made is yours, or do you do this for other reasons? Why do you choose this type of perfume? Why are you reading these books? Do you have a job you dreamed about? Do you spend leisure time with people you like to be with or just because you know them and getting to know new people seems to you an overly distressing thing, but in reality, you don't really care about them?

What if one morning you would have a good pinch in your head at the corner of the bed and you (or myself) would be exposed to amnesia? you would forget about everything you read, saw and heard, you would forget about how you need to live and what others think about it. You would forget about hope and expectations. Would you be than yourself?