Today I ask myself a question "Who I am?" even more frequently then I used to do it before. I consider that nowadays in contrast to the previous generations, whose life was in many respects predetermined by family, religious and social values, at my generation appeared much more opportunities to live as our own desires dictate us. We easier refuse that belief which limits us, we more often change the social and professional environment, and we can choose religion and even a sex. However the abundance of opportunities for self-realization adds a lot of doubts. How to find the best sides of my personality and what is worth refusing? And, in general what does it mean “I” in its original sense?
In order to say surely the word "I" it is necessary to make rummage in our history, to come to a consent with the background of our family — to understand, accept and to take consciously our own place in it. Life situations (and conclusions from them) which we accept or we reject become the "bricks" which make and define ourselves. In other words, to dare to become ourselves it is necessary to choose consciously something that we feel in ourselves as good and to get rid of something that torments us.
However the child cannot be defined at once who is he - a Christian or the Muslim, the American or the Frenchman, the adherent of Republican Party or democratic. Understanding of your personality comes with experience. For example, in order to learn what color are your eyes it is necessary at least to realize that your reflection in a mirror it is actually you.
In my life there was no high point or an unexpected situation when I understood at once everything and realized my personality. Everything arose in me gradually. I distinctly remember situations when I was a child and began to understand that I differ from my friends. For instance, when I said that I like to eat crude potato and offered it to my friends they screwed up the face and said that they do not want to it potato. I sincerely did not understand why they said so. I slowly began to realize that my surname sounds in a different way not as surnames of my schoolmates. Moreover, I remember the moment when my schoolmate played a piano and all guests in a drawing room listened carefully and applauded. When they dispersed, I approached to the piano and began to strike with fingers on keys, but to my horror my melody was awful.
To sum up, step by step I understood who I am, sometimes I did not accept myself, protested, or on the contrary enjoyed vanity from being who I am. But now I accurately defined for myself the border of my personality and realize that I differ from others not only due to the fact that I like to eat crude potato but also because of something more …