“This man is so authentic!”
“That girl is fake, a phony!”
“I will not listen to them – I must be true to myself!”
What does it mean to be authentic, or true to myself? Who should I be true to? Who do I betray when I am inauthentic, or fake? Who is my true “I”?
When I am true to myself, I am not true to everything I have – to my nose, or to my headache, or to my boredom. I am true to… to what? Who am I truly?
Perhaps my true self is natural, spntaneous energies within me, as the Swiss-French thinker Jean-Jacques Rousseau said?
Or perhaps my true self is the rational part of myself, as the Roman philosopher Marcus Aurelius believed?
Or maybe there is no fixed self in me – I create myself again and again every moment, as the French existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre explained?
Or maybe something else?
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