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Who are you?

 


My sister once asked me this question, who are you? I couldn’t give her the answer. She gave me time to think about it and as I thought about it, I didn’t know what to answer. Maybe I am a nice (my friends keep telling me that), or selfish ( I want to be but I mostly fail in it) or manipulative (I like the idea of how one can convince others but I am not because I have never done and I don’t know how to do it) or something else. My sister always asks me those kinds of questions that make me uncomfortable because I don’t know the answer to it and I don’t want to because I am doing just fine without it.

I know my likes and dislikes, my favourite foods and movies to watch. I am cheerful, goofy, sad and happy, at times. All these things can’t and doesn't define me, then what does? I am not one thing. I know who I am. I am me. I want to quote Taylor swift here:

“I will never change but I will never stay the same either.”

If I will never remain the same, how can I know who am I?

Do I have to give myself a label of being a certain kind of person?

The answer is, no. I am fine the way I am. And I know I don’t need to know all the things in life to live just fine, because either way I am and would be doing fine.

So now, do you know who are you? Cause I do.

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