Who are you?
Are you your first name, or the last one? Are you what is written is your profile or you fast description on your diary? Are you the way you act when you are with your friends, or with your family? With your coworkers? Or even with yourself, reading some comic books? Are you the things you wish for, the ones you hope? The ones that you love or that you hate? Are you your likes and dislikes? The description you make of yourself to your friends? Are you the things you say?
Who you are is what you want to be when you grow up? Or when you grow old? Or when you just grow? Are you your ideals, your aims in life? Are you the money you make? The latest wardrobe you have? Are you your family? Are you your personality? Are you your point of view?
No. Those things are not you. Maybe a mix of all those thigs, but it's hard to say. If you think about it, they are just your first name, and last one, your characteristics, your job, your fortune, your preferences, and then it goes. They are not you.
The scientists could say you are Homo sapiens. Besides, for the rest of the world, we are all just stereotypes. But inside you, your soul and your prejudice, do you know who you really are? Cause I don’t.
Who you are is what you want to be when you grow up? Or when you grow old? Or when you just grow? Are you your ideals, your aims in life? Are you the money you make? The latest wardrobe you have? Are you your family? Are you your personality? Are you your point of view?
No. Those things are not you. Maybe a mix of all those thigs, but it's hard to say. If you think about it, they are just your first name, and last one, your characteristics, your job, your fortune, your preferences, and then it goes. They are not you.
The scientists could say you are Homo sapiens. Besides, for the rest of the world, we are all just stereotypes. But inside you, your soul and your prejudice, do you know who you really are? Cause I don’t.
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