In the solemn silence of introspective moments, there's one question we most often ask ourselves.
Who am I?
The answers are obviously quite individual.
Sometimes it's defined by a stage of life: Son, husband, father, grandpa all have applied to me. Other times, we respond by simply considering our occupation or our education as if that alone defines anyone.
In a more probing personal analysis, the answer can be complex. My 7-year-old grandson recently described himself as an inquirer and risk taker.