At some point or another, everyone experiences a heavy dose of existential crisis.
Who am I? why am I here? Is there something I’m supposed to be doing with my time or am I just here because one lucky sperm managed to make it all the way to an unsuspecting egg?
Am I simply doing what everyone expects of me and what society tells me to do?
Does what I watch on TV, newspapers and how I’ve been brought up determine who I am?
or do I?