When I awake in the morning, I don't know who I'll be that day until I meet myself. I want to get up early, get lots of things done, and enjoy a day full of activities. But I don't want to. I want to sleep until the last possible moment, until I have to rush to avoid being late for some appointment, and lose the whole day. And I can't stand that.
I have grand dreams, dreams of being someone great, dreams of accomplishing great things, dreams of leaving a great legacy. But how can I when I spend so much time dreaming?
I'm not me, I'm the other. And I don't know me. I always ask myself, "who am I?", and I answer myself, "I don't know, who are you?" I am one person in whatever moment I find myself, and another at other times. When are the "other times"? Well, any time that's not "now".
Are you confused, dear reader? Well, so am I. And I.