Who am I?

This question seems to occupy a lot of time for most of us westerners.

Who am I?

When we begin to ask ourselves more specifically “who am I”, we realize the question is illusive. Are we asked about our age? Our parental or marital circumstance? Our career? Education? How much money we own or earn? Where we live? Or are we asking more into a cellular or genetical level?


After a while we realize that “who I am” is not so important. It is all thoughts.

The importance is: I am alive. I feel my breath, breathing in, breathing out. This very moment. This precious moment.

Text Anne Moloney, inspired by Jon Kabat-Zin  25.08.2018

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