Mhmmmmmm... I used to know exactly who I was. Or maybe... I just thought I did. I had plans. Certain answers. Things I swore I'd never change. Then life happened. People came. People left. Some doors opened... others closed without a sound. And somewhere between all those years... I changed too. Mhmmmmmm... I changed my mind. I changed my ways. I changed the dreams I used to chase. I learned to stay. I learned to leave. I learned that sometimes being strong... means admitting you're not. And lately I've been wondering... How much of me... is still me? The child I was... the man I've learned to be. The dreams I lost... the ones I kept... every road that changed my steps... How much of me... is still me? Mhmmmmmm... There are things I don't believe anymore. Things I once feared that no longer scare me. Names I once couldn't say without feeling something... now pass through my mind like strangers. But then... an old song plays. A certain smell. A familiar street. And suddenly... for just a second... there I am. The person I thought I'd left behind. Mhmmmmmm... How much of me... is still me? The one who fell... the one who learned to stand. The one who loved... the one who lost... the one who still reaches out a hand. How much of me... is still me? Maybe more... than I can see. Mhmmmmmm... I kept thinking change meant losing something. That every year took another piece. But what if I was wrong? What if nothing really disappeared? What if every version of myself... is still somewhere inside me? The laughter. The fear. The mistakes. The courage. Every goodbye. Every beginning. Every person I have ever been. Mhmmmmmm... Maybe... I've been asking the wrong question. Maybe I shouldn't ask how much of me survived the years. Maybe... all of it did. All of it... The child. The dreams. The scars. The love. The loss. The man standing here. All of it... is me. Mhmmmmmm... How much of me... is still me? Maybe... every single part. Not who I was. Not only who I've become. But every road between the two... still beating inside one heart. Mhmmmmmm... So if someday I look into the mirror and wonder again... Who are you? Maybe I'll smile... and say: All of us. Mhmmmmmmmm...
