I am you, you are me, you are I, we are us.

Dear reader, I would first like to introduce myself to you. I am you. Simple and, yet, at the same time, so very complicated, such is this concept, isn’t it? You’ve been raised your whole life to believe that you are only yourself, that you are inescapably tied to your name, family, social security number, your documents and so on, yet, what if this was not you all along, and in fact, the real you am I, trying to contact you through a text that never existed in the first place, but is merely an illusion, fabricated by your own mind, which you have come to trust more than anything else. And the equation is interchangable, dear friend, I am as much you as much as you are me.

But let us stop for a while and think on what we really are, shall we? Our name is not what we truly are, we could exist with another name or without it altogether, same with the security code and other things that we are forced to have by the government. We are also not our belongings, because those belongings weren’t always ours and will not belong to us forever. Some will be lost, some will be sold, some will remain. Another thing you propably thought of is the reflection in the mirror. But is the reflection truly a reversed image of us just because it is an image of our body? If we had another body, we would think that that body i sus, but, applying that reasoning, we are not allowed to choose what we are.

Now, that is, of course, quite false. We are, in the world of 21st century we live in, enabled to change, if we desire so, and not just change in the physical aspect. We can also change the undesirable personal traits that we find limiting or otherwise unpleasant, in order to reach some goal. So, in a way, our psyche is a semi-solid, yet semi-deformable thing. There are aspects we cannot, or aren’t willing to change about it, yet, there are so many aspects that we can change that the question of what we really are will propably never, ever be resolved.

Describing yourself as your profession is just silly, we know it, don’t we? I mean, we could lose our job together, or have another job, and when we lose the job, what are we then? What are we when we have no profession? There are, however, certain things we will always be. We are a bunch of cells squeezed together, forming an organism, we are an animal, a mammal, human, yet, I do not feel that the word human would describe me that much. I feel more of an animal than the illusion of human the society was trying to imprint on me, and I rest assured, that you have felt it, too, because we are the same.

Now, if you are me and I am you, then where is the self? What if there is no I, you, me, them, us, and even no we? Maybe, in fact, the whole existence is just a big, silly nothing. We will never know, if it’s a lousy plan or a bad joke, but certain things, propably, are to never be known. So, dear me ( I hope you don’t mind me calling us like that), why not just do things that we desire to? Why not just stop worrying, at least for a moment, look around at all the unpleasantness we see, and understand, that it is we, who’ve made it that way.

Dear reader, our life is here, right now, but we never know when it will be snuffed out. It might be a car accident tomorrow, it might be of a heart attack 40 years from now, it might be any moment, so, why not just do the things we desire to, instead of holding ourselves back and obeying to someone or something?