There exists an irony where I know myself best, yet I know myself least, as I know every single one of the events that has happened in my life, yet I do not understand, unless given enough time to reflect on it, which is rarely the case, how it has affected my life. The way I view myself and the world bleeds into the words I use, the actions I take and the way I communicate myself to others. We adopt a lot of our worldview through an assimilation of others', so, and yet, at some point, we need to learn when to isolate what is others' and what is ours, to sift out what we truly believe in. In the end, only I can decide for myself what I should or want to do, no one else can help me with it