WHO AM I?

We spend our lives searching for solutions to the universe’s biggest mysteries, traveling the farthest corners of the universe, but the greatest mystery of all is right here in our hearts, asking us a seemingly simple question that hides a multi-billion answer: who am I? We answer this question with our names, mirror-image faces that smile back at us from the bathroom mirror, the status we hold in society, the nationality that we carry in our hearts, and the community to which we belong. We answer this question with paper clipped to a changing belong. We answer this question with paper clipped to a changing environment. When we peel back these layers, we find that it is a flowing river, full of life and changing every day.

We are the product of all of our choices, big and small, those made in moments of great excitement and those made in boring, everyday life.

We are the sum of all of our likes and dislikes, the books we devour at night, the songs that make us emotional at inappropriate times of day, the tears that fall when no one is looking, and the laughter that erupts in uncontrollable fits. We are the result of those around us, the people who gave us life lessons, who taught us what not to do, the motivation to get up every time we were knocked down, and the strength to keep going when life threw us a curveball. We are the product of all of our failures, successes, struggles, and triumphs.

But if I take all of those things that make us who we are and remove But if I take all of those things that make us who we are and remove them from our hearts, who are we? Maybe all along, the only thing that has always mattered is a certain perspective on life. We are simply the ability to observe the world around us from a particular vantage point.

Asking who am I is not an exercise in getting answers. It is an exercise in becoming. We are not products of a predetermined recipe hidden in the depths of the universe. We are works in progress, waiting for each of us to write our own story, stroke by careful stroke.

Which part of who you are or what you are doing has been bothering you lately?

Because You don't always get the same opportunity, be who you are and what you want...

I feel it most clearly in the quiet hours past midnight, when the glow of a computer screen is the only light in the room, shifting effortlessly between debugging a stubborn block of code and wrestling with complex physics derivations.

I recognize myself in the sudden soundtrack of a late-night study session, where Hindi melodies play softly in the background while I map out formulas and ideas for the future.