Who Am I?
No, really. I don't know. If I think, and therefore I am, does that mean that what I think I am, I am?
I don't know, and that is probably the most-repeated sentence of my life. How can I know anything, when, essentially, everything I know is inconsequential. My life is, and I hope it will be, defined not by my knowledge, but my actions. I am a do-er.
Then again, who will define my life? I don't want to, and really, nobody else does.
So, that will be who I am. I am defined.