Someday, someone is going to ask, "who are you?"
And then one day you're going to wake up and realize the depth of that question, and wonder why you do the things you do, and most importantly, who you are. You will realize that you are not defined by how much you make, what kind of car you drive, what job you have, or what grades you get. Your group of friends, the highschool or university you went to, or where you live does not give the slightest hint to who or what you are or capable of.
You will realize that if something were to define you, it would be yourself.
You will begin to notice that the things that matter to you may be insignificant and meaningless. And at this point in time, you will feel that the only thing definitive of yourself, is your lack of identity.
Once stripped away from all the material and prized possessions, who are you? What traits, values, philosophies, and life goals make you, who you are?
And at that point in time you will feel bare and naked to those who realize what it means to have personality. A kind of person who breathes in and feels life and impacts others who breathe and feel the same. A life well lived is not defined by numeric values, but by how you touch people, the relationships you build, and the experiences you have that make you feel alive.
You are capable of being who ever you want, so why let objects and misleading accomplishments get in the way of defining yourself?
So I beg of you, tell me again, who are you?
