self

so about two weeks ago I was sitting in my Religions of Asia class and our professor is...a little out there. She asked the question, "What is our self?" Pretty deep right? After five minutes of awkward silence and a class full of tired college students, a brave soul raises their hand to give some form of "thoughtful" answer. At this time I am getting the giggles because I inhereted the "laugh at inappropriate times" gene from my father. My roomate gives me the evil eye for being a smartass...and then all of a sudden my professor looks straight at me and asks, "What's so funny?" Great. It was just such a huge question to ask someone, especially college students not over the age of 20.
Like I know what a self is, or even who I am. I would like to think I have a pretty good understanding of what I'm made of, and that experiences in my past have molded me into the human being I am when I wake up every morning. But really, I have no idea.
Then last night I was laying in my bed, the lights were off, the TV was a soft murmur. After all of the thousands of thoughts running through my beautiful mind had started to settle, I thought, "This is me." I was debating earlier if I was the same person I was four months ago..I'm not, but I still have my self. I embraced myself and nothing was missing. No one ran away with a piece of me.
I'm still my self.