A series of questions.

Are you happy with who you are?

Those seven words, and we all start running. Changing subjects, shifting our focus, doing anything at all to avoid the question at hand. Am I happy with the person that I am? It's plain and simple, self explanatory, but nearly impossible to answer. Because once we're asked this question, the first thing that runs through our minds is what we have to be happy for. My family, my friends, my education... The list goes on and on. But once the initial question has subsided and once the words finally seep in, those seven words become much more than just seven words. They become a question of our existence, of our importance and the impact that we have had, or not had. They become an itching reminder that maybe we're not the people that we promised ourselves we would be the last time that someone asked us that same question. Are you happy with who you are? Those seven words, and we all start running. Maybe because of disappointment, maybe because of fear. But probably because, hey, maybe we don't really know who we are at all.