Let’s get real for a sec. Who are you, really? Like, not your name, your job, or that cool thing you tell people to sound interesting. I mean the real you, behind all that surface stuff.
Is it your thoughts? Your memories? That little voice in your head that won’t shut up? (Yeah, that one.) Or is the idea of 'you' just something your brain made up to keep life from feeling totally chaotic?Here’s where it gets weird: if you lost your memories, would you still be you? If your body changed completely, would you still feel like yourself? Where is this “self” hiding, anyway? Your brain? Your heart? Somewhere you can’t even point to?
Maybe the truth is, you’re not one thing at all. Maybe you’re this mix of moments, feelings, choices—always shifting, never pinned down. Like a playlist that keeps updating, but somehow still feels like... you.
So, who are you? Or maybe the real question is... are you?