I honestly ask myself this same question every morning when I look into the mirror. And most times I curse the fact that I have to answer with a yes.
Nothingness
Exactly what am I?
What defines what a man is?
Is it the sum of all my successes?
If so, then there is not much to show except that I am not dead.
What success do I have to define me?
Is it the collective value of my friends?
If so, than what I am is fairly little.
Most of my “friends” are smart enough to distance themselves from me.
Before I ruin them too…
Is it their overall mental state?
If so, I am fucked.
My mind is so fragmented, I am not sure if anything can save it.
So lost, not sure what is left to be found.
Is it the use and value I am to those I love the most?
If so, then that is another blank slate.
What good do I do in anyone’s life?
Who really needs me?
Who would miss me if I was gone.
The answer is simple.
What defines me is not one of these things.
It is all of these things.
Which tells me I am exactly what I have always known…
Nothing…