I heard a question from a philosophical teacher about who we are, and most people answered their name and profession. And she said that if Plato lived in this current society, he would be scared by our lack of identity. I got stuck in this reflection, and I even answered as an example, because people need to understand (and I mean in a broader understanding) the essence of this question: “Who are you?” -I know who I am (always known): I am a mixture of despair and initiative, pure hope, a small grain of sand in the cosmos, deep down I am pure energy, but my physical body is a pile of traumas that was created in a chaotic environment . This is still a part of who I am and what I know, because we are all on this planet undergoing great evolution and we still don't understand many things... And who are you really? Have you ever asked yourself this question? Because your name is something you were given, your profession is something you do, but who are you really? Perhaps this is the most important question in life to be answered and completed.