If I keep a part of me secret, then am I a secret? or perhaps am I more than anything I could ever be in this lifetime? Is the true me defined by who I am as I live in this world? Is it defined by my actions, my thoughts, my feelings? Is it all but a mere part of me? Is this life but a part of the true me? Is there more than I could ever realize outside of this perception, outside of these words? Who am I? The me of this life is everchanging. Once I believe I understand myself I am proven mistaken, I discover there is more. The rabbit hole grows deeper no matter how far I go. I have known myself and I know myself as I learn of myself. There has always been something I had not known before, but will I ever reach a point in which there is nothing left to learn?