"Who am I?"
A question asked too many times, a questions that can mean different things, as multiple meanings are stuck in one combination of words.
For some, the question might be asking who they have become, from their experiences and personal attributes.
For others, it might represent the chase after the uncertainty that has plagued Humanity for thousands of years.
"Mortality"
"Am I inside my body, or am I my body?"
Religions, Scientific Theorems, Conspiracies, all pointing fingers to different answers.
For a certain boy sitting on a bench in a public park, all of those possibilities were, well, possible.
"A God is an intelligent being's reassurance and escape, such an existence is too good to be real."
He thought curiously, as a the bright orange sunset, combined with the city's advanced architecture style created a breathtaking scene.
"However, a religion is to be separated from its god- Religions speak of different virtues and sins, claiming them to be God's wisdom and rules blessed upon this world."
"But if God doesn't exist, it becomes simply wisdom, wisdom that was regarded as divine by many wise people."
That was the conclusion the boy, a survivor of a terrific road-rage accident, who has lost all of his memories other than language, reached after learning of the common modern religions in the 21st century.
*Tsk*
He clicked his tongue, while his brain was itching for more knowledge, his body was hurting.
'Two months'
The words of the only friend he recalls, a fellow wisdom-seeker, a doctor whose name he couldn't recall rung in his head once again.
The doctor believed the young boy deserved the utmost level of honesty, and that was what he gave to him.
"Why do you think I only have that much left?"
The boy curiously asked the doctor.
"You've suffered severe brain damage from your accident, your Body's internal systems are collapsing on top of each other, and you don't have a buck to your name."
The doctor explained patiently, being a very experienced Department head with a PhD in diagnostics, he himself had directed the emergency procedures done to save the boy's life.
"I want to know more."
The boy said in saint-like honesty, he just wanted to know more.
And so, the country-wide-renowned doctor spent all of his free time sitting and talking with the boy.
The hospital staff found the situation quite sweet, with the nurses occasionally chipping by to entertain the boy while the Doctor was gone, and the Hospital's lead Cardiologist joining in on the occasional lessons.
"It's inspiring, the boy has mere months left, and just wants to do what most kids his age hate doing- learn biology..."
One of the nurses sighed while walking by the Cardiologist teaching the boy while the Diagnositcian was busy.
"Leave it, he barely even knows there's something to do besides learn, and if he did, he would probably be agonized by his inability to do so."
Another nurse, noticeably older than the first one, scolded her.
And so, days, weeks, months passed.
The boy has obtained an actual personality, and has survived 5 months despite the experienced doctor's initial assumption.
However, in the end, the time has come.
Paged doctors ran around tirelessly during rush hours, as the victims of a fire were rushed into the emergency department.
The Boy, feeling an impending sense of doom, unplugged the machines monitoring him, and the overwhelmed nurses didn't notice.
It wasn't anyone's fault.
The boy suffered from cardiac arrest mere minutes later, and passed away on his hospital bed with regretful expression, regretful that he didn't get to learn more.