“How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.”
~Abraham Lincoln
I love the simplicity of how this shows you can name anything you want, but that doesn’t make it so.
I have been learning about my self, a part of me that I didn’t even know existed, it was like I was a tail, but was called a leg.
I knew myself the best as a leg, and I created a life as a leg, learned how to live and be and love and enjoy life, as a leg and I was really a tail.
It isn’t that neither is wrong or right, except that if you are one thing and think you are something else, then it is.
That is where the psychological damage is done.
Somehow it slipped my attention for 46 years that I was not who I knew myself to be.
It is beyond what a thought can hold to not know that you didn’t know that you are not what you thought you were.
Its like my only normal was to be two things, yet could only see one of them, I saw me as a leg, yet I acted like a tail.
The two were never fully in my awareness at one time.
I am now working to merge the two selves inside so that I become one real me.
