A lot of things in life can define us. How we spend our time, the things we do for a living, who we surround ourselves with, our realized and unrealized dreams

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about exactly what it is that defines things. Me, for example. I think a lot about what it is that defines me.

Is it what I do? The words I speak? The look on my face? The things I didn’t say?

Not who am I — but who am I to you?