Every one knows a part of you.

What your friends know about you, your parents don’t.

What your best friend knows about you, your friends don’t.

What your girlfriend knew about you, your wife may not.

………. and so on.

What you know about yourself, no one else does.

Yet, a visit to a psychologist reveals, that s/he knows a lot about you, which you yourself did’nt.

So if you are known in your life by all, in parts, then where is the ‘complete’ you ? Does it really exist ?!