Who Am I?
Don’t you ever stop there and just ask yourself: ‘who am I?’. It’s a millisecond pause in life that takes you years back and years forth in your head. A millisecond of numbness and aching stagnation. We all usually overlook it all and move forward. We pretend the thought never occurred, or, worse, we pretend we’ve found a convincing answer. We engage into activities that keep us distracted, stuffing our brains with -as Bukowski perfectly said- cotton. We get drifted by life’s daily demands that we shamelessly forget our quest to find an answer. A curse in disguise. But what exactly happens to the few of us who put a halt to everything and appreciate the voices and questions in our head?