Who am I?
I close my eyes, inhale a mouthful of air and my mind goes calm.
But only for a few minutes because immediately all thoughts flutter in it.
Although this one... this one always comes back:
Who am I?
Am I my job?
Am I my career?
Am I what society says?
Does the "me" even exist?
Nothing. Everything calms down again.
My jealous mind tells me this is not a big deal, it is falling asleep...
Sometimes I feel that it does not want me to know, my mind does not want me to discover what is beyond all this.
The routine envelops me, distracts me from the purpose, from the question.
I am like a thief looking desperately at the person who committed the theft.
