The Meaning of Life

About me? I don't know, see I am still in my salad days. I don't know who I am. I have no idea. You tell me. Who knows who they are? I mean, do you?
Because if you are not your job, your age, your wallet contents or your condominium. Then who are you? You are not your beliefs, your religions or your routine. So what can you tell me? If you're not your reputation or your feelings, then who are you?
I mean who am I in the views of my own dear eyes?
If your not your ethnic group, your origin or your achievements. Then who are you? Tell me. I have no idea. We can't be nothing, because we all inhibit space, no one can enter that space, but you who live in it.
So who am I? If you're not your name, your goals, your occupation or your extracurricular activities. Then who are you? Who are you? I'll tell you who you are, you are a 32 year old Caucasian male with bright blue eyes, a note in your hand, about to commit suicide.
The note it says: 'I don't know who I am, maybe we are all our possessions and all of our extracurricular activities, maybe we are born to be our jobs, to serve for the greater cause, be a stepping stone for humankind. But all I know is I am not nothing until I pull this trigger and paint the walls with my blood, then in life I will be nothing, an object. So who am I? Who are you? Maybe in death all answers will be answered. Goodnight.'

In death he met the voice: We are not nothing, but not something, we just are, but to become is something. To change is to become. You want to be something? Then mean something. Mean something to everyone, be a stepping stone to your enemies, friends and strangers. Or use your enemies, friends and strangers as stepping stones. It's your choice. Life is the choice.

So who am I?

Who are you?