Who Am I? Love this ballad from Les Miserables.
It reminds me a saying by Socrates, “the unexamined life is not worth living.”
As such, I might as well die now.
Can’t remember when was the last time I examined my life, nor how often do I put myself in the cross hair. I know Socrates would be ashamed of me.
I also know that “know thy self” are words of gold.
But how do I know? how do I show? how . . .
Might as well bury me naked.