Who am I?
We’ve all heard that question many times. Mostly in our heads. And I’ve been there too.
But I finally found a proper answer that will make me stop asking it.
If we think about it, it causes us too much stress. The question itself is not the problem, but all the worries, fear, wondering and overthinking that go with it are.
How ridiculous is it to spend so many moments we can’t take back asking ourselves that over and over again? And after each unsuccessful try we become a bit depressed, sometimes lose hope for a while and can’t enjoy the present.
In fact, does it really need to be defined? I mean, we could be anyone and anything we want to, we are the creators and are all together in this.
We put labels on everything, including ourselves. Actually, we judge ourselves and are…
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