You can know a thing. But that doesn’t neccessarily mean that you know that you know it. And even if you know that you know it, it is not neccessary that you can say it.
Once I had read in a book “if you can’t say it, you don’t know it”. It was one of those books that improve your grip on English language. This statement had increased my interest in that book and made me take the reading of that book much more seriously. But now I feel that this is such a stupid statement.
A child knows how to suck milk from the mother’s breasts. But can the child say it? Does it mean that the child doesn’t know it?
So, you want to do something?
What is it that you want to do? Or you are still trying to find out what you want to do? How much time do you want to spend in finding out what you want to do. Forever?
Whatever it is that you thought you wanted to do, either you couldn’t do it or if you managed to do it, you realized after doing it that it was not really the thing that you wanted to do.
The things that you thought would make you happy didn’t make you happy. At least not as much as you thought they would. Happiness always came from unexpected quarters.
What is this compulsion to living? What is this compulsion to do something?
Who is sitting inside you who keeps prompting you to do one thing or the other?
What the hell is going on inside your mind-body complex?
Did you ask yourself these questions?
It’s never too late. Ask yourself today who you are. And don’t be surprized if you don’t have an answer.