Who am I?
Some believe human beings are nothing but matter
A simple living organism made of flesh and blood
We are born one day, live, die and return to dust
Our journey on Earth resembles a long elusive saunter
Who am I?
The functioning of the body, its heartbeat, its lung compliance
And its brain with its billions of neurons and connections,
Remain the result of mere chance according to science.
One chance in 10 000 billion of a billion of a billion of a billion
Who am I?
Some define themselves according to their job or occupation
I’m an engineer, a teacher, a messenger, a plumber
I’m career driven, work and health are the perfect combination
When I wake up every morning to go to work, I feel greater
Who am I?
Some love defining themselves by their salary or social status
It gives them a sense of pride and of social recognition
Some have worked hard to reach to the top of the mountain
While others are stuck below, in a social elevator that doesn’t function
Who am I?
Some define themselves according to what they possess
I have an apartment in Paris, one in Barcelona and the other in Geneva
I wear tailored clothes and high end shoes of great finesse
My appearance is paramount, I keep a polished look and public persona
Who am I?
Some prefer defining themselves according to what other people say
Kind words such as you are nice, serious, charming, and smart
Give them a sense of peace, strength, and assurance, knowing others feel this way.
Condescending words like you are clumsy, lazy, negligent and careless
Lead to complexes and hurt, sometimes leaving a void in their heart
Who am I?
Is a simple sentence yet it raises a number of questions
Because many have never really given it much thought thus far
Pondering on it, they suddenly realize they don’t know who they are
Because they answer according to their role, activity or profession.
Who am I?
Do you really believe you are free and independent as you’ve always perceived?
Do you realize how great an impact your environment growing up has on you?
How your family and friends, school, the media, society have influenced you?
That most of your values, your codes and principles were taught to you?
Do you know that today your convictions define your perception of reality?
So imagine for a second that your thought system wasn’t shaped properly.
So who are you?
Are you here purely by accident, without reason?
A chance in 10 0000 billion, of a billion, of a billion, of a billion?
Are you just a living organism? Made of flesh and blood?
Nature created you on its own?! And determined how you are structured?
Are you your job or occupation?
When retirement comes around, your existence turns to derision.
Do you amount to your possessions and precious belongings?
When your hour has arrived, you’ll soon realize they were precious nothings
Are you what people say of you?
In the end, whether they love you or not will dictate their point of view
Who am I?
A simple sentence, yet it raises so many questions.
Some are troubled by it, while for others it provokes reflection
For it creates an internal need to find the best explanation
Depending on our story, but also our comprehension.