Every single person on Earth goes around thinking—whenever something happens to them—they look at it and ask: "Is this bad for me? Is this good for me? Is this useful? Is this harmful? Is this a good thing? Is this something I want to strive for or avoid?"

Even though we ask ourselves these questions 24/7 and build our entire lives—our goals, careers, identities—around the answers, I wonder: who is it that pursues these things? Who is the one for whom things are good or bad or anything else?

Who is it that asks, when something happens, "Is this good for me? Is this bad for me? What am I going to do with it? What should I do with it?"

Who is that?

I don't know how to answer that. Who is that? Who's the self?

That's beyond me. I... I don't know who the self is. Beyond home. Myself.

My goals, my dreams, what I believe is my purpose in life, the direction I'm going, the things that I'm doing on a daily basis, every year...

But who is the one doing things on a daily basis?

Me.

Who is that?

Your identity.

But whose identity?

Where does that come from?

But how beautiful is the question itself?

How it puts everything into perspective.

When we say my career, my goals, my relationships, my problems, my dreams — whose goals? Whose dreams?

It's an important question to ask, because we run our entire lives by those questions: "What should my career be? What should my goals be? What should my life look like?"

My, my, I, I, me, me all the time— When we're not even able to say, when asked, who that I is. Who that me even is.

Let alone have a weekly schedule, monthly goals, yearly dreams— Who is that even?