The more I get to know myself, the more confused I get. I'm pulled by so many inner forces. I wonder if there will come a time when my insides make sense to me, but I'm not overly optimistic. Perhaps peace will be found in accepting that I will never know it all.
A woman is getting to know herself. She checks in to listen to herself, but there are so many versions of herself that she doesn't know which version to listen to.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life! Live today as if it were your last! I know I’m always supposed to listen to myself, but which “self”?