I believe that if we are honest with ourselves, that the most fascinating problem in the World is, Who am I? What do you mean? What do you feel when you say the word I, myself? I don’t think there can be anymore fascinating preoccupation than that because it is so mysterious. It is so elusive.
Because what you are in your inmost being escapes your examination in rather the same way you cant look into your own eyes without a mirror, you can’t bite your own teeth, you can’t taste your own tongue and you can’t touch the end of one finger with the same finger. That is why there is always an element of profound mystery in the problem of who we are.
Who am I? Am I a father, a husband, a friend, an engineer, a passenger or a patient? The truth is that you are a father because you have a son. You are a husband because you have a wife. A passenger because you are on a train.
All your identities, everything you believe yourself to be, are all dependent on something else. So then, who are you really? A father, a husband or a passenger?
By not knowing the answer to the question, Who am I?, you keep on creating new identities of yourself, consequently going farther away from your true Self.
All the suffering in life is because of not knowing your true identity. Until you realize your true Self, you believe yourself to be the name that has been given to you.
So who are you? In reality, you are an eternal Soul.