Who am I? That's the question which has been bothering me, ever since I graced myself with the book Sophie's World. Usually I am not much of a philosopher and neither do I think much about the existence of mankind or God or anything else. But lately, like dear Sophie in the book, I couldn't help but think who am I? Unlike her, I do not have an anonymous philosopher guiding me through letters in my mail box. So I was forced to think on my own.
I am a girl. I have short black hair, partially fair skin, black eyes, a semi-sharp nose, a pair of normal shaped lips, hands, legs, slightly rounded upper and lower body. But that's just the meta-physical definition of who I am. I have been given a name when I was born. Friends and family call me by that name and a few other pet names they identify me with. When I introduce myself to new people, I say my name " " and they forever remember me with that name. Whenever they hear my name, they'll associate it with a picture of me formulating in their mind.
But I wonder, is that who I am? Just another carbon based life form, functioning for a few decades or so, being given a name to distinguish myself from other life forms? I mean we always preach how clever mankind is from the rest of the animal kingdom and we pride ourselves with our MichelAngelos, Einsteins, Newtons, Picasos, Mozarts and so on. So I get it, I am a part of this ever-progressing race that has named itself as "MAN". So what? Does it really define who I am?
Suppose if I meet an alien from another planet, as barbaric as it sounds, if it was going to ask, "Who are you?" what would I answer to him? That I am a carbon-based life form and I belong to the race called "MAN" and that my name is " ". Wouldn't that be as vague as the alien telling me, "I'm an alien"? I mean there has to be something that defines who I am? Infact, there should be something defining all individual human beings. But what is it?
I'm an aethist by nature, so I dismiss the idea of God creating us and sending us to Earth to serve a purpose. No I'm more of a "I believe what I see" kind of person, so I need substantial proof before I believe in something. Surprisingly, I have never questioned my own existance before, so why am I questioning it now? Can a book really have such an impact on someone like me? Well I don't think I'll ever get an answer to my question in the near future. I'm just hoping someone can explain to me who I really am. I know I am not just a mere individual, part of Mankind. There is something more to it than that. There has to be something more...