I remember once telling my best friend that we all are whatever we want to be. Cant you invent yourself in your head and play that role? Isn’t that what discovering yourself is about? Maybe the person who understands who I am is not myself. How do I know what and who I am, is who I am supposed to be, or if I am my own made up idea? We are all our own ideas. We are our numerous of ideas put together into one.