Who are you?
Are you the
name you carry? Or the perception everyone carries about you? We care so much
about the perceptions after all. Are you the body that is seen, touched and
cared for or something invisible, abstract? Are you your thoughts or are you
the actions?
You are
definitely not the designation on table. You might be the relationships. A
brother. A friend. A mother. Do you believe you are the religion or the
nationality? Are you identified by your qualifications or by your assets, by
your beauty or the intelligence? All these are attributes. But who are you?
Who am I? Am
I a human? A good human? Who will decide the goodness or the badness? Is there
a universal standard scale to measure it? The body that moves around with pride
will be burnt or buried one day. My thoughts come and go in matter of seconds.
My speech may never be heard. My words will go unread. My success will lose to
other successful people. My nationality will cease if all borders are wiped
clean someday. If all gods are one, where does my religion stand? Money doesn’t
matter to me and no one today asks my qualifications. Relationships might last
a little longer until the people I know live.
Just out of
curiosity, if I ask a saint, “Who are you?” what will he say? If you ask a
rapist or a murderer, “Who are you?” What will be his reply?
Am I my own
idea? I am not finding an answer to “Who am I?” Do you know? Who are you?
3 comments:
I'm just a small tiny soul chained in a huge body and a freaking mind that is still trying to figure out what am i or who am i or where am i or how am i. A lost soul in dungeons of bondage.
I am a struggle to be many things in my bucket list. I am the rebel against my own to-dos. I am the smile that was stonned with the coming of age....I am what I don't want to be...
hey both darlings.. thank you for the warm comments.. looks they came straight from the heart..
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