Why I Couldn’t Find My Self…Yet

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I never could figure out where my self begins and ends. Is the self something measurable? If we can measure it, then how big it is? or how small? And as I ask these questions, I realized just how absurd it is to think of self in terms of size. I can’t figure out where my self begins, because I can’t put my finger on it. I mean sure, I have a whole identity, and that can be enough, right? Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that…

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I like exploring the complexity underlying our ideas, emotions, stories, norms, and lives.

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