Who am I ?

Who am I?

How many times do you ask yourself this question?

And more importantly...

How many times have you actually been able to answer it?

Who am I...?

Such a simple question, yet its answer requires a profound process of reflection.

Of being present...

Of looking at yourself in the here and now and being able to define.

Because that's what the mind does...

Define, explain, interpret, identify.

Are we what we once were?

Are we that baby that grew in our mother's womb?

Are we that little being that developed in the world until reaching where it is now?

Are we what we have done? What we haven't done?

Are we what we think? What we feel?

Are we what we say?

Are we what we eat? What we wear...?

Are we what we follow?

Are we what the world sees?

Are we what others recognize?

Are we what we recognize?

Who are we in our purest and most intrinsic essence?

How can I answer "Who am I?" without identifying with it?

How can I identify with it without denying the possibility of being the opposite?

We are everything and much more than we can explain.

We are every instant, every present moment, every instant.

We are what remains... and often goes unnoticed.

Who am, it's something that will always be undiscovered... since it involves a process of identification, in which our mind chooses a category from all existing possibilities to define itself.

This, in many minds, causes the denial of everything that doesn't belong to that identification, creating rigid minds that don't allow themselves to rediscover themselves in the multiplicities of life.

However, the question returns:

Is it who we are that changes over time... or how we are?

Can you recognize the difference between these questions?

Here I am... trying to recognize who I am at 36 years old, with all the experience I've lived through, with everything I've come to understand about myself and the world.

With all the new things I've discovered, and will continue to discover.

In the same place where I grew up...

Where I built a self

that transformed over seven years

And today, I want to bring that self I knew back to this place...

However, it's as if I've forgotten who she is, since the moments when she appeared no longer exist in my present...

Those notebooks where she recorded her thoughts, those experiences that transformed her, are gone...

And it's as if she disappeared with them too

Although something stronger and clearer inside tells me...

If she existed in those moments, she continues to exist in them

and those moments remain within, even though my conscious mind doesn't remember her

She lives on inside. And it is in the present moment that we find reality

Without judgment or limitations

In full and complete awareness of witnessing reality

Whatever it may be

Regardless of its emotional tone and color

In this present observation is where we can find that

Who Am I

So...

The million-dollar question

What in our experiences brings us to that presence?