who am i?

"It's not what you are underneath; it's what you do that defines you."--Batman Begins

I am me.
I am Shasha.
I am what I think I am.
I am who I want to be.
I am a human being, a woman, a daughter, a sister, a wife.

Who am I? An interesting question. A question that can be answered in many different ways, and yet, still point to the same one answer. 3, 2, 1. Three letters, 2 letters, 1 letter. It's like a countdown to self-discovery. "What am I?" will produce simpler answers, simpler results. But sit down in an empty room, close your eyes, let your ears listen to the sound of silence. Place your hands on your lap, but don't think about it. Don't think about your feet touching the floor. Don't think about your butt touching the chair. Then, when you could almost feel yourself floating in the silence, ask yourself in a whispering voice, "Who am I?".

When you start to get that strange feeling eeriness, of many different thoughts gushing into your head all at once and then all of a sudden you realise that your inner mind works with a background system, a system that filters your thoughts and ideas and try to obtain an ideal answer. When that happens, stop. Open your eyes, and ask yourself the same question again, in a louder tone this time. Can you find a direct answer? Ask yourself, "Can I find a direct answer?"

Am I who I am based on what I feel?
Am I who I am based on the things I do?
Am I who I am because of what I think I am?
Am I who I am based on what I want to be?
Am I who I am based on what others want me to be?
Who am I?
Who is the real me?

I guess I haven't answered that simple and yet not-so-simple question. Then again, maybe I have.