Discussion of The Question 'Who Am I'

“Who Am I” is a question with no answer and a maze with no ending. I am pretty sure that many of you have asked the question from yourselves. Some of you could not find the answer some of you couldn’t. Everyone has their own views. And I have my own perspectives.

I am a living breathing organism signified by the words “human being’’. Through body, I can move, touch, see, hear and taste just like the other creatures. Half of our lives we behave like animals. Sleeping, feeding, drinking, pursuing other bodily necessities. The array of psychical sensations available to me also pain, hunger, thirst, tiredness, injury, sickness and pleasure. In this way I experience myself, others and the world around me. And after all these experiences why die like an animal. So seems like we are noting but an animal with higher intelligence.

As I mentioned above, I behave like an animal for the half of my lifetime. However, there is another aspect of me not directly visible or definable. This is the aspect of me which thinks, feels, reflect, judges, remembers, hates and anticipates. Words used to describe this aspect include mind, spirit, heart, soul, awareness and consciousness. This part of me is aware that I can never be fully known or understood by myself or by others. It notices that although there may be some unchanging essence which is me, this same me is also changing and evolving endlessly.

Thus, I share a large genetic similarity with mice. And like mice I am also made of water and soil. Yet I have opposable thumbs and use language, narratives and imagination for almost everything in life. Because of all that, I think myself superior to a mouse. If I were like most humans I would carry that thought even further, and think that I was either the pinnacle of evolutionary development or the crowning achievement of a divine being’s creation, only slightly less divine than the supernatural being who created me. However, personally, I think none of those grand thoughts. I am a water molecule in an ocean. I am a grain of sand on a beach. And these thoughts are more comfortable, less stressful views of me than grand visions of me as the center and purpose of everything. I am a part of everything, but I am not in charge of everything, and that’s a relief. I’m here to do as best as I can. To make society better, to take care of people who are close with me and most importantly to give values to others. I am here for a good time not a long time.