Out of all of the books that I have read so far, all of the authors say to ask myself “Who am I?” I mean, I ask myself this question and I’m not sure on what the answer is. They say that who we think we are is dictated by our history, which is our identity, but not who we really are. I was watching an awesome interview between Oprah and India Arie, and Arie said something that struck me. She said: “You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” She left me speechless. I don’t think that I have ever thought of myself as a soul. The whole idea, or truth as it seems to be, is life shattering, but why don’t I feel it?
So I have asked myself this question more than I ever have in my life over the last couple of weeks, and I still haven’t come to any conclusion, or had any life altering epiphanies, but I thought that I’d throw this question out there to you guys. Who are you?
Have a great night. Look out for future posts!