Identity—What Does It Mean?

Who am I? Where is my place? What is my purpose? Haven't we all asked these questions at some time and searched for deep, satisfying answers? I certainly have, and this search led me to find my answer.

I had been ignorantly allowing self-depreciation to make me feel that my individual place in life was of no real use or value. So one day, deeply depressed, I took myself off to a nearby lake, surrounded by dense woods. I didn't know what I was going to do. But I wasn't sure I wanted to go on living.

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