Who am I?

The most elusive and eternal inquiry.

A question that is so difficult to answer. The fact that it is directed inward makes it more difficult.

Why is it so?

How did it become so difficult when we are the subject of the inquiry?

Have we totally been disconnected to ourselves, that we didn’t know who we are?

If not, then, who are you? Who am I? Who are we?

Not too long ago, I did ask the same question to myself. And to my surprise, my mind, which is always full of ideas, become tongue-tied. Astonishing as it could ever be, it just remained silent and still.

So the answer was nothing. I am nothing.

How could I be nothing when I see me as something?

I did not pressure myself with that question anymore. After all, it was my first time to introspect me.

Day by day, the question grew on me. Deep within me, I knew something. I just can’t point out what it is.

Have you experienced something like this?

If so, let’s talk about it.

 

Photo Credits:

Dimitris Vetsikas