While thinking of the question of what makes me me, I realized that I’m not sure I know who I am.
Are we who we are because of the profession we choose? Our creative ability? How we treat others? How intelligent we are?
How about our strengths? Our weaknesses? Our desires?
Do we see ourselves as others see us?
I definitely know that appearance doesn’t make us who we are, or does it?
I was born with red hair. I hated it. There were three redheads in my elementary school. My brother, another girl in my class, and me. Oh, what I would have given to have been a blonde or brunette. I was shy–if I had a different color of hair, I would have been able to blend in, not stand out.
Would that have changed who I am today? Is that part of who I am? The color of my hair?
If asked, what makes you you?
We would have to know who we truly are, wouldn’t we?
If you had to answer this question, could you answer it in one paragraph?
What do ya know, I have a little bit of philosophical thinking stored in that section of my brain where such things are stored.
I know one thing, depression or anxiety isn’t what made me me—or is it?