I’m not in an existential crisis, yet I’m asking this question frequently. I didn’t think this question was important to answer quickly, yet I’m in need of a solid answer.
Who are you?
What can you do?
Frankly, I still don’t have an answer. It frightens me, but I have been even more frightened by the fact that no one seemed to ask themselves this question. This is not a simple yes or no, or a question with short answers. Few people even knew their influence and their changes based on other’s influence.
This is those kinds of questions where it can be written in a single sentence, yet have multiple pages as its answers. It is a question that defines humanity and what borders between being human and not. It defines your views, your answers to challenges and your point. This question cannot be answered within a day, a month, even a year. It took half a lifetime to figure out, and another half to execute.
So who am I? I could only guess. Asking this question is more meaningful than answering it, because it gives you a sense of purpose, a lifetime goal. Everyone is born with a purpose, but the purpose is never clear from the start. Try to find the answer, and tell me, who are you?