<I am not myself. Then who am I?>
There was a boy born in a village
Having experienced sweets and bitterness,
The boy tied the knot with the ideal girl at last.
They gave birth to another girl, who got married and had a son after experiencing ups and downs of life.
The son, my dad by, would not have been born if not for this boy and this girl.
If my father had not met my mom, I might not be me.
If not for these siblings, I might be of another character.
If not for the teacher who enlightened me, I might have other developments.
If not for these friendships, I might have other aspirations.
If not for the flirtations, I might have other perspectives in romance.
If not for the bumps experienced in society, I might have other thoughts.
There are lots of beautiful and ugly memories along the road, which made me who I am today.
My glory is accumulated from different sources. They belong not to me
My wrongdoings are the sum conflicts with different people. They belong also not to me.
In other words, everything is attributed to everyone and everything that came into contact and interacted with me?
I am just a piece on the chess board called The Society
If it was possible to shred the external factors influencing me, the real me could be revealed.
What would my name be?
What language would I speak?
What kind of person would I be?