WHO AM I?










I lied to myself.


Do you ever lie to yourself?


If one is not honest with themselves, how can they trust their judgments?


How can they be sure that they can distinguish right from wrong?


How can they know if they are choosing the right thing?


How can they trust themselves?


How can they live a lifetime with someone they don't trust?









The most difficult person to face is oneself.


They see the outside world very clearly, but when it comes to themselves, even mirrors are not enough for them to see.


They run away from their problems, the real causes of their problems, the real solutions, and ultimately from themselves.


Why does a person run away from themselves?


Why can't people face themselves?






Why is it so difficult to witness one's own reality?


Can the causes of problems always be the outside world?


Is it always someone else's mistake, someone else's thoughtlessness, someone else's incompetence that causes the difficulties we face?


If so, then the ones who can solve those problems are also everyone else, the outside world.


It is a world we have no say in, a world we cannot control.


Therefore, a person has no say in their own problems.


Then they cannot solve those problems even if they want to.


Those problems just grow where they stand.









However, human beings have been given the ability to solve.


Problems are not presented to people as difficulties, but so that when they are solved they will be better than they were yesterday.


The solution is in one's own hands.


The first step towards a solution is to accept the problem and see the real cause of the problem.


However, how can one reach the solution hidden within oneself when one is running away even from oneself?






Why do people run away from themselves?


What is it that they are afraid to see, afraid to confront?


To see who you really are?


In the roles life gives us, we act as if we are someone we have never been.


A very good mother, a very good spouse, a very good friend, a person with a very good career, a very good human being...


No matter what we tell ourselves, the mind knows the truth.


A person is not afraid of losing something when they are certain of its belonging. When they know it is a part of them.


My arm is my arm, my eye is my eye.


If someone says, "This arm isn't yours," we think, "They must be crazy."


If I'm not afraid of losing things that I am sure are a part of me,


Why am I afraid of losing these titles?






It's not easy to say to oneself:


No, I'm not who I seem to be.


I lied not to anyone, I lied to myself.


I am not that strong.


I am not standing upright on my own.


I can't handle everything on my own.






When we say "I," we want to say good things.


Is it easy for a person to accept that they have been lying to themselves all this time?


To admit that they made mistakes in the heat of the moment, in their excitement...


To be honest with yourself...


Is it ever easy to accept yourself not as the person one wants to be, but as one really is?


So then, who am I?









Who am I?


I am a speck...


My strength is as much as has been given to me.


I am not that strong.


My skill is only as much as I am capable of.


I am not that skillful.




Who am I?


I am mortal...


I breathe until death comes.






Who am I?


I am forgetful...


There is someone who reminds me.




Who am I?


I am needy.


There is one who fulfills my needs.


The giver of sustenance.




Who am I?


Trying to be the best?


I am not the best, I am trying to be one of the best.






There is someone better than me.


There is someone stronger than me.


There's bigger than me.


There's the one who gives the results.




There is the greatest.


There is the most powerful.


There is the one who gives the most hope.


There is the one who is the most of all 'mosts.'


There is my Lord.






And who am I?


I am a speck.









There are millions like me, but I am unique.


I am both many and one.


I am special.


But so is every million.


I am both special and like everyone else.






So who am I?


I am the same for billions of people, special for my Lord,


I am a servant of my Lord.









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