One Apple A Day #344
Who am I?
Is it really possible to answer this question?
It is indeed a vital question.
Very simple, even brutal, but not easy at all.
At least for me.
I am sure that plenty of philosophers, anthropologists, theologist, psychologist and experts of all sorts have thought, debated, and wrote extensively about this question.
I should probably stop here and read the output of all their wisdom before moving forward.
But I don’t want an answer.
I want my answer.
Who am I?
I tried with various answers so far. My name, my values, my beliefs, my nationality, my passions, my work, my role and so on.
It doesn’t work. I am all of those things, but none of them is me.
What if the answer does not exist?
What if it is just a way for us to give a shape to something that has no form?
To understand something that can not be understood?
Maybe, being aware of who I am is all that I need.
Being self-aware without understanding.
I don’t need to know who I am to be who I am.