“Who am I?” is a question I ask myself a lot these days. Some days, more than others, it plays like a broken record in my head: who am I? who am I? who am I? and the more I ask myself this question, I am no more nearer to knowing who I am and it feels as if I am getting further and further away from the answer. Some days, more than others, it feels like I am just an outline instead of something solid, definite. It feels like I can fade away into the nothingness.
Today, I had a thought: “what if I’m asking myself the wrong question?”
Maybe it is unimportant for me to have a grasp of who I am. Maybe it means that I am ever-growing, ever-changing, expanding. After all, we are the metaphors we ascribe ourselves to. Maybe, who I am is slowly being built and made in this uncertainty, in these questions and instead of questioning, I should embrace it, welcome it, live it: one step, one breath, one day at a time.