Who am I? What do I mean to myself? You know, I suddenly realized that while meeting many people throughout my life, I had not gotten to know myself... meetings, partings, opinions and impressions - about people, places, events... and Me? Where am I in all this? And what role do I play - the main participant or so, the main guest at this carnival of life.. or not the main one..? I stopped. I listened. My thoughts about me.. what do they understand? What can they say?: “Here you are! Look in the mirror, make an expression, tilt your head, remove a curl - that’s how you are!” Really? And the next moment, walking away from the mirror, am I the same or are there only fantasies about what I am... What about my soul? You can’t see her in the mirror, you can’t just stroke her... what is she like? What do I know about her, what does she know about me? Bonfire of questions.. darkness of answers.. And yet, who am I? My super-EGO, my lord, do you know who I am? What am I? Oh yeah!!! You opened your mouth happily. But be silent, for God's sake, be silent! I don't believe you anymore. You yourself are nothing. You can't say anything with your own words. You repeat as usual the words of my parents, my teachers, everyone who punishes me and loves me. Yes, of course, you know how to say what I shouldn’t be, you can paint a beautiful portrait of me as ideal. But it will be a monster, it will not be me. Heavens, answer me - who am I? What is sincerity in me and what is a lie? Hmm...and the heavens are silent. It’s as if they are mocking the homeworker - herself... herself... herself... Yes.. herself.. and if I’m not myself, And I stopped again…