Who am I?

Who am I?

There are no real questions, if there are no known answers. Teachers say that there are no illogical questions, I agree there aren’t, but it’s the answers that make them seem logical or idiotic. Whether it’s the question of why we live, or why a human breathes. Both related by sense, a sense saying that they are just there to keep our human lives thriving. Breathing is what keeps us alive of course, but this relates to our meaning of life because we as humans always think about how our lives may end or how it may continue it’s like breathing. Without these thoughts hope cannot exist and without hope there is no humanity. In this case hope is like breathing we must continue to breathe.

The question given is who are you, but this thought draining question thrives mainly because of our lack of sense of the real world. High school can probably be described as a frog stuck in a well; the frog will live for some time, but will know nothing outside the well. There is no power in being a high school student when not in the position to do anything internationally. However there is power in the number of students who are willing to push their limits to break down the captive walls of high school and grasp a greater understanding of the real world.

Yet how does outer worldly information and logical questions figure out whom one is? It doesn’t, but it’s the very idea of searching for something that keeps a man or woman at bay with himself or herself. Idealists think that the meaning of life can be researched and found, realists like myself find the idea of finding the truth of life, foolish. For even God says that we were created with purpose, and it is his will for us to search it by ourselves. Not by wasting our lives trying to find it, but to realize it by doing something that you cherish and love. By doing this you can find whom one self is. As this dog eats dog world continues, the question has not yet been answered: Who am I.

It will continue to be, unanswered. I don’t know who I am and those who do know who or what they are. I wonder if they truly know themselves or if they are just assuming they are what they state they are. Either way it’s an identity crisis. No matter how hard we try there are no earthly way of finding ourselves. I am whoever God chose me to be.