I wish I had a strong hand for the sole purpose of thrusting it into this incoherent construction that I am. And yet what I am saying here is not even precisely my opinion, not even precisely my opinion at this moment. When I look into myself I see so much that is obscure and still in flux that I cannot even properly explain or fully accept the dislike I feel for myself.
In Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice," the author expresses deep uncertainty about his identity and self-perception. He wishes for the ability to physically engage with the chaotic and confusing nature of his existence. This reflects a struggle between his desire to understand himself and the contradictions that cloud his inner thoughts.
Kafka articulates a lack of clarity regarding his feelings, admitting that his opinions are not fully formed even as he...
