A Self Study

I look at myself and I wonder who I am. I mean, I know who I am on a somewhat superficial level; a mom, a wife, a woman, a caregiver, a daughter,a 38 year-old, a sister, etc. But, who am I really? Do I really exist? I think, therefore I am... right? I look at the wrinkles forming around my eyes and my lips. I look a my hands and see how they have grown more tired and more aged. They don't look like young hands. But, I don't feel old. I don't feel the way I look and I wonder if a new self is emerging. A self that is much more than time, more than a physical being, more than a thought...

They say the eyes can tell a thousand stories. I guess tonight's is just one of many.