Our real Instagrams are fake
Our finstas (fake Instagrams) are real… at least more real
We are all self-contradictions
Heroes wearing a thousand masks
Are we meant to reveal our private self?
Our public self?
Our true self?
Does anyone really know who they are?
I think maybe not. Self-identity is constantly expanding. We are constantly changing.
How can we truly know something that is ever-changing?
2 + 2 will always equal 4, given basic math principles.
But the Jeff Wang of yesterday is different from the Jeff Wang of now from the Jeff Wang of 10 seconds ago.
Even as I write this post, I’ve changed, I’ve changed the direction of how I wanted to present this post, this very sentence as I write it. Self-contradictions.
Who am I, truly?
Maybe I don’t know
And maybe the sooner I realize that I don’t know who I am, the sooner I can get towards the path of self-revelation