'WHO AM I?'
‘Who am I?’ When you think it’s alright to ask someone walking on the street “who are you?” why should asking yourself “who am I?” feel like a smack on your face? How do I define who I am? Or rather how would YOU define who you are? Am I a sister, a daughter or a friend to someone or am I something more? Does my professional background define who I am? The ‘who I am’ is much bigger than the ‘what I do’. When I asked myself that question for the first time, I was clueless. Is this why I call myself ‘a clueless mind’? I’ve yet to find out. Ironically, the more I seek to identify who I am, the more fragile I feel about myself. Why does this simple three worded question tear you apart? Or is it just that tearing you apart, helps you know what’s inside. But shouldn’t this question have a simpler answer? Maybe it’s time I started thinking. However clueless I might be, I think I’m just as curious to find the answer out for myself. Well right now,