What is the real you? How do you know who or what the real you is?
My point of view.
I am me, nothing less, nothing more. If you must label me, label me by the actions or by the words that make up my character.
But if you ask me what it is that makes up myself, or ask me to "be myself", I ask you: How am I not myself?
I exist in what little of reality we know and experience, nothing less, nothing more.
That is how I know the real me. I was never lost or found to begin with, but rather it was I who had lost the world. The thing you must keep in mind when searching for yourself is that you and everything that encompasses who you are is already there, and will always be there. We can always choose to revert ourselves to our past, whereas people or objects or events may be lost, our memories of them are not. We learn from our mistakes, but are still capable of repeating them, because we have truly never forgotten that mistake. The memory remains.
It is the world around us that changes, not the other way around. Change in us is an illusion of thought. The world, its values, systems, cultures, its nature; these things influence us to shape ourselves certain ways, forgetting the memories that have already shaped us.
This is why I fear forgetting things. To not have a visual memory of the things that have transpired in your life is to truly lose yourself. When we die, it is the memory of us that stays tied down to this world and the inhabitants of it.
If you lose the memory of riding a bike, can you still say to yourself that you ever rode it?
