Thinking about me at different ages is like I’m speaking about a long line of personalities , a tunnel of bodies dying one in another.

Most of us live in the outward world and identify theirselves with their image from the mirror.Whe are what we are.When we say “I” , we put our forefinger on our chest.We usually don’t have time for introspection and if we look aware for our own person we do it not from outward to inside, but to the changeable surface of life. Is like we were runners and start a race springing out inverse from start. We use objects to identify us better with them. This style of life does not encourage the inner living..

Who am I? The one from the personality tests? But they just cut me in small film slides. In different moments, after they show, I’ve got different personalities. But inside me is not a photo album, I’m not an object and neither a result. I’m a process, or at least I’m my soul seeking. I exist because I’m seeking for myself and I don’t do it just to find me , the fact that I’m seeking is the sign that I’ve already found me.

If I were to resume my whole personal description to some words, those would certainly be : “so do you know what I am? I am what I is!”