Aristotle said, “You are what you do repeatedly.”

That seems to simplify the question, “Who am I?” fairly quickly and simply.

I have often pondered that question and no doubt dove deeper into the existential layers as well, but this seems to cover a whole lot of ground.

Maybe we don’t like what we see. Maybe we do. Or in most cases, there’s a little of both.

The beauty of it is this: we can choose what we do in a day. Therefore, would it be too much to say, we have the choice of deciding who we are?