ho are you?
My name is Bob.
That’s your name, but who are you?
I’m a Psychologist.
That’s what you do, but who are you?
Ahh, I see what you want. I am a constellation of things a son, a, husband, a father, a friend, a soldier, a scholar, a writer, an actor, and a singer.
Yes you have done all those things, but who are you?
And I was silent.
What is life?
Why, it’s a journey!
To where are you going on this journey?
Huh, well I don’t really know.
What’s the point of your life?
It’s to learn things so that you can make a living and take care of yourself and your family and to make a positive difference to others.
Those are all laudable doing of things, but what’s the point of life?
If not that, then I guess I don’t know.
When you dance what is the point of dancing, is it not to just dance, is not the point of dancing, dancing? When you sing, is not the point of singing, singing?
So what is the point of life?
So who are you?
Quietly I smiled.
From a dream that kept repeating “Who are You?”, nothing more, just a disembodied voice repeating “who are you?”