When do I become ‘I’? I’ve been I for quite a long time, but am I the one who doesn’t know my own identity/I and therefore keeps dragging on in the endless search for me? Does my own self still exist? Keep asking questions and wondering is something I have in me. Because of this I do experiment and keep looking for new ideas and experiences. It gives me some peace to believe that I am my own self. Yet the search for the real self remains. An infinite mission perhaps.