I am sure that everyone has gone through a time in their life where they felt lost and didn’t know who they were or what they were put here to do. Some of us could be having that problem right now, and you may feel like there’s no one you can talk to for help or aid on the matter. But I can almost guarantee that your parents had the same problem you are having, and they could most likely help you.

But in extreme cases, some may know they have a name but don’t know who is behind it.  What I’m talking about is the people who know their name but don’t know why they are who they are or why they like what they like. When this happens, you can try to find new hobbies or start a list of things that make you unique, but it all boils down to the same question: Why?

I believe that many people have two sides to themselves.  One side that factors and breaks down is the more people you meet; each “factor” is a different version of yourself, for each person. The other side that is purely you from the time you were born – the side of you that knows every part and every secret you have hidden. I think you can find this version of yourself in your dreams and through a lot of trial and error of bringing that identity to the surface. Scientists still have not fully mapped each side of the brain, which shows just how complex the brain is.

Just like how a medieval blacksmith hammers imperfections out of a blade, everyone goes through fire and damage to be morphed into the blade that they will become. The brain is the smartest, but also the dumbest, supercomputer completely composed of organic material. I say it’s the “dumbest” because it is so easily manipulated, but the “smartest” because when it comes to a foreign environment, using pattern recognition at a shocking rate – faster than most animals. Because we are always evolving and moving, we can never truly “know” who we are in a static sense. We can know who we will be based on how we carry ourselves and our environment, ranging anywhere from the room we stay in to our friends we hang out with.

I have composed a short poem on my feelings on the matter:

Our eyes search in our skulls,

Constantly searching for something ever-evolving,

Constantly spinning like a ballerina in beautiful solitude,

Because we are alone in our minds.