I don’t know who I am.
Perhaps I never have known. But until recently, that didn’t really bother me.
I love my work, but I am not my work.
I love my family, but I am not my family.
I love my lifestyle, but I am not my lifestyle.
I am something else, something I should love as much as these things.
But who am I?
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