Who Am I? (A Philosophical View)

Philosophy is a course I find interesting but bulky, and I give it to the philosophers.

I was having a conversation with a special friend where i said i was happy to miss my philosophy class cause i didn’t enjoy it. Surprisingly, it happens to be something he really loves and he sent me a few videos on Tiktok that just proved why i had an interest in the course.

When asked who we are, our answers often depend on the setting. In formal spaces, we give our full names. In casual ones, a nickname. Sometimes we add where we’re from, what we like, or what makes us stand out. But these answers don’t truly reveal who we are. They simply help others recognize and categorize us. They put a name to a face, a shelf in the mind. Yet none of these descriptions touch the deeper question: who is the conscious being behind the name?

I’m a girl 😂 - I’ll always start there.

But beyond that, I’m a work in progress.

I value boundaries and self-respect, even though I’m still learning how to enforce them without guilt. I care deeply about people - not just in intention, but in impact. I think about how my words land, how my actions ripple, how someone might feel long after a moment has passed. I notice things. I notice people.

I love helping. Not in a way that needs recognition, but in a way that feels natural- like impact is something I owe the world. I want my life to mean something to someone, somewhere. I want peace, understanding, and honesty, and I’ve learned that I can’t compromise on those without losing parts of myself.

I don’t like compromises- at least not the kind that ask me to shrink. I struggle with saying no, even when I should. I give fully, feel deeply, and commit with my whole heart. Sometimes that’s my strength. Sometimes it’s my lesson.

I’m aware- of myself, of others, of the room. I’m introspective and reflective, often turning inward to understand what something meant and why it stayed with me. I’m usually the one who notices when someone feels out of place, and I instinctively move toward them. Not because I have to, but because I know what it feels like to be unseen.

I’m selfless in ways that don’t always announce themselves. Quiet ways. Small ways. Human ways.

And even as I write this, I know this still isn’t the full answer. These are fragments- honest ones, but fragments nonetheless. Pieces of who I am right now, not the entirety of who I’m becoming.

Maybe the question “Who am I?” isn’t meant to be solved, but lived.

And for now, this is who I am- still learning, still growing, still paying attention.

Who are you, beyond the labels you give yourself?