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Who am I ?????

WHO AM I ?
 Me: hey how u doin
 Friend: I am gud u know
 Me: no I don't , haven't seen you in a while , what have you been up to.
 Friend: oh, nothing , just been trying to figure out stuff.
 Me: okay what stuff , I hope your fine.
 Friend:. I am fine , just wanted to find myself, you know , just trying to figure out "WHO I AM". 
 Me:.................................

"Find myself", " figure out who I really am". I don't understand these statements. This concept of figuring who you are doesn't even make sense to me, okay just one question, after you've gone on this quest , what do you find out ? Who are you?...  And one more question , what do you really do on this quest, how do you find you???????????
(I would really like some one who has done this to answer)..

Why do you have to be one person, people say "I need to find out who I am and love me for me".  Is it hard to love you as many different people? Why do you have to make yourself believe that you are one person , then you make yourself act as that one person is supposed to act and do things that person should do?. You subdue your mind and make it lazy and uninteresting because you are "loving you". I am someone who lives in my mind , and so I can't be one person I am whoever I want to be at anytime and I love me.

Stop trying to limit your mind , have multiple personalities , continuously create yourself as you go on , and don't make life boring..... 

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