Who am I?
Who am I? What defines me? What makes me uniquely different from someone else?
Is it my habits? If I change them, do I become someone else?
Is it my thoughts? If I control them, can I become someone else?
Is it my mistakes? If I forget them, am I then someone else?
Maybe it's everything above and more..
What am I but the result of my journey. The journey filled with good and bad, joy and sadness, hope and despair. Every single moment of them made me who I am.
A unique fingerprint of memories - ever changing, never replicated.
Nothing would ever make me want to exchange even one day or moment of my journey - because then, only then do I become someone strange, foreign to me.
I am each of those moments.. and I am all of them at once..