Who are we?

People say our thoughts define us, who we are.

Aren’t thoughts a mere reciprocation to a stimulus?

Maybe it’s our response to these thoughts that define us.

Maybe it’s the ability to rise up from the muddle, that defines us.

The wisdom to know the difference between a fallacy and reality.

But, who is the real us?

The self we hold up in front of the world or the self we are when alone?

Is there even a difference? Should one exist?

What do we really feel?

Is it reflected in our disposition around people? Or when we’re alone?

Is there even a difference? Should one exist?

Is the outside world a distraction to what we really feel?

Or are our thoughts a mere introspection of the same?