Silence isn't all that Golden

I seriously feel like I've been in Europe for much longer than I have been. It's only been 10 days. Each day, I feel as though I don't recognize who I was the day previous. It's quite amazing, however, rather scary and enlightening at the same time.

I've had a lot of time to me, myself, and I - more time than ever. Yes, I have traveled quite a bit, but this time it's very different. I'm stuck with only me, myself, and I. When personal demons, battles or moments of personal unforgivingness arise, I'm stuck to battle with only.... yes, you guessed it - me, myself, and I.

Before you think I'm downright crazy and eccentric, (too late) you may notice that I keep repeating 'me, myself, and I'. The other day, I arose to an extremely deep, complex, and life-altering epiphany. Me, myself, and I are three completely different persons or state of beings. Let me try to explain:

Me: Typically used as a direct object or indirect object in our language. Linguistically, it's an object (directly) receiving or being affected (indirectly) by an action. This 'person', from my point of view, is how the world views me.

Myself: A reflexive pronoun used to emphasize an action performed on one's self. This 'person' is how one perceives himself.

I: A subject pronoun. A person performing the action through the eyes of the person performing the action. This 'person' is the real deal.

Then it occurred to me: these really *are* in fact three different people flowing within my own ego that have been intermingling with each other all my life. Now that I know the difference between them, how they affect the world, how they affect me, and how they affect myself, I can move forward in this world as a more self-aware person that can NO LONGER blame "subconscious" actions and reactions therein.

I've just gotten right below the surface of this epiphany and I have lots more discovering to do. I never would have gotten to this point had I not come to Europe and embark on a silent period. Yes, Spain may be a first world country and is safe, if not safer, than America, but truly being out of my element and culture has led to many wonderful, albeit painful, realizations about me, myself, and I.

Silence is in fact NOT golden. It's a diamond in the rough.