A day of Questions

Do we  really have our own mind?
or are we influenced  by the characters we like?
Do we really have our own character?
or is it a mirror of pictures as we move along?
Are we trying to be someone else?
or are we loosing it without even trying to know about ourselves?
The mind could be beautiful,
but the ways could be awful,
Do we like the mind
or do we like the ways?
Are we only looking from the outside to know a character?
or are we trying to know from within?

People talk , people laugh,
but theres nothing that could be remembered,
no ones trying to understand each other,
its just a talk , the information which we gather from everywhere
the information which they consider to be intelligence?
what are we trying to do?
are we really trying to know someones character?
or are we just ignoring
or may be they never knew.
why do we create differences?
why do we get lonely?
why are we not real?
why are we pretending?

where is the end?

As i remember i have been filled with these questions since the day i realized may be i was in high school, i still carry these and after so many years looking back, i could only know one thing that, it got even more confused than ever.

Remember this saying from Somerset Maugham
It wasn't until late in life that I discovered how easy it is to say "I don't know."