Who am I?
Well.. how to answer that.
Who are we ever, really?
It is easy to take on titles, names, labels, or roles, and define ourselves by them.
It can be quite helpful, practical, at times necessary to ‘be who we must be’ in certain situations.
It can also become limiting, sneakily so, over time.
We may come to believe that what we call ourselves is who we really are.
We are more than labels.
But what is it then?
Who are we underneath who/what we say we are? Even to ourselves?
What is that inside of us all about?
Are we our bodies? Our minds? Both?
What we do? What we feel?
Something else entirely?
And if we find a name for it.. it still kind of changes over time, doesn’t it?
The day, the years, the moment.
So what are we? Why are we even here?
Let me know your thoughts (and/or feelings).