Rambling

Some memories become so vivid as I'm preparing to leave. Surprisingly or not, while I step into the future there's a part of my heart that still wants to grab a piece of the past that I have once complained so much about.
There's a thin line between the known and  the unknown. Have you ever wondered? Most of the times I forget.
I know how my life has been so far.
I know what happened. I know what didn't happen.
I know what I gained and I know what I lost.
I know who I've loved, when it started, when it ended.
Not so sure about what I've learned with all this.
But what about the future? I know nothing.
I know I'm someone but I don't know who I am.
I can tell what I like, but that doesn't define me.
I can tell what I hate. Probably that will only reveal my worst fears.
Does it matter not knowing so many things?
Does it matter not knowing me?
Will I ever know?

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