I’ve recently been put into a situation that has caused me to question how well acquainted I am with myself. I know what I do and I know how I do it, but what I don’t always seem to know is why I do it. And that is the question the leads us to the final answer, of “Who am I?”
Before you start speculating, I haven’t had a difficult moment in my life occur; I’ve just had the personal satisfaction of calling into question my knowledge of myself. The good news for me is that I’ve been given some time to reflect and now know more about myself.
I’m not a lot of things. But what I am makes up for all of that. I’m a father. I’m a husband. I’m a son, a brother, and grandson, and nephew, and much less commonly in my rapidly progressing age, a friend. But beyond that, I am a man. A man looking for answers to life’s great questions. And while I look at these questions, I turn up more questions than I do answers. And for a good part of my life, including most of the future if I know me, that is going to frustrate me. But at the end of the day, the questions are what are important. The questions are what make me feel alive. The questions are what keep life interesting. They are what keep us searching for greatness in life.
At the end of the day, I am a lot of things, but who I am is a student. A student of religion, philosophy, science, art, humanity, and life. And when curiosity runs out, the reason for being here runs out to. We don’t always need to have the answers, we just need to train ourselves to ask the right questions. And who I am is a man looking for questions.
Well said. We haven't evolved enough to have figured it all out, so our role is simply to ask the questions.
ReplyDeleteNice post; this line especially: "The questions are what make me feel alive."
Take care.
TK