Who are you? We have asked ourselves this question at every stage of our lives. Every time we ponder this question, we try to come up with a new answer with the sole purpose of fitting into society’s standards. Our goal is to achieve the standards set by society, but we don’t realize that we are not pleasing anyone by doing so. The only thing we are doing is giving them a nudge by participating in their unfair practices. In an effort to be someone that we never intended to be, we pretend. As for the complexion standards, they separate people based on looks and basic work opportunities which differ for men and women. Now, how is this fair? How can a society like this be serious?. When you’re taught from childhood that the poor are ugly and the rich are beautiful.
As a result, we often overlook the fact that everybody around the globe is exactly the same. They are all us, and we are all them. Tangled in problems, rotting in sorrow, struggling to breathe. Our only difference is that the excuse we make to keep them apart.
Who are you? Unfortunately, I cannot answer this question without making a joke out of myself. Well, it seems that I am not sure what the answer should be. To truly know yourself, you must fully comprehend your own nature. As for me, however, I do not know exactly who I am or what I want from life. It seems strange, doesn’t it? As a matter of fact, I’m pretty weird.
The moment you are born, people begin to define you. Your needs and wants are decided by them. So, then how can one respond to this question when everything has already been decided by them? It wouldn’t make sense, would it? In other words, when they have already decided what kind of person you’ll be in the future or when they already have a mental picture of you meeting all their expectations. You can’t define yourself when the people around you already have preconceived ideas about you.
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