“who are YOU?” Said the caterpillar. Alice replied rather shyly “I-I hardly know, sir, just at the present, at least, I know who I WAS when I woke up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times several times since then”
“What do you mean by that?” Said the caterpillar sternly “explain yourself!”
“I cant explain MYSELF” Alice said, “because I’m not myself, you see”
“I don’t see” said the caterpillar
I never thought, for even a moment that a quote of a child’s book, would be the literal meaning to my actual life.
Sometimes in a sad way, sometimes in a way that brings my own comfort.
I’m yet to fully understand why.
Maybe it’s because, I haven’t completely understood myself yet? or maybe it’s because I have difficulty explaining myself?
Or maybe, it’s because I think that my explanations aren’t making sense to the person asking me?
Do we ever truly know who we are?