Who Knows You?

Going through life, it feels weird to reflect on the idea of "life"--consciousness, knowing. Like, how your parents have already gone through their childhoods, their teenage years, and have already become adults. (whether or not they act like it ;]) ...All before you even existed!

Or, how everyone has their own life, completely different and independent from yours and, you only catch a tiny glimpse--the tiniest fraction--of their lives, even if you’re friends!

Walking down the street, it’s amazing to think that that random person who just passed you has an entire past trailing behind him that got him to this moment of passing by you… and, he has a life ahead of him yet to be lived, trivial worries going through his mind, and hopes and dreams… all packed behind his stoic expression. It’s all so amazing!
You’ll never know what story his life held.
And he’ll never know yours.

Will anyone be able to see your story--the full completeness of it? I don’t think so. Even if you share parts of your life with someone, or you get married… You can’t convey your whole story.
Only you know your full story. You and God that is.
That’s a comforting and yet unnerving thought if you actually let it sink in.
That brings up another point, which is very weird: if we’re the only person on the Earth that knows our entire story, do we know ourselves better then anyone else? It never seems that way.
It’s like we have too much information on ourselves. It’s an overload. We either see all the mistakes we’ve made and sell ourselves short. Or we see all these great things we’ve done before and think we’re amazing.

Then that would mean that other people know us best. But that’s not true either. People catch others in moments of weakness, when we’ve made a mistake that we usually wouldn’t and people judge each other based on little things they’ve noticed, holding onto those "first impressions" forevermore.

But that’s not who I am. If who I was, was based on what people randomly saw of me, they’d think I never talked, and never wanted to talk. I probably look lost or sad, because I’m thinking and trying not to get trampled in the halls at the same time.

So… whoever knows you best has to know your entire story but at the same time have an outside view of your life………… Hmmmmmm… ;)