Monologue: Identity Theft

Who am I? Is my name and how I look my only identity?  Or is it the color of my skin or the texture of my hair that defines my ethnicity to
people? Or is the language that I speak that tells people where my origins are
from? Where have I come from? If my parents were born in Pakistan, does that
make me Pakistani or an American since I’ve been brought up here? What will I
become when I’m older? Will I ever be able to get a great paying job and
achieve happiness at the same time? Will I ever get married like all of my
other cousins? Or will I end up single all of my life and become someone I want
to be without being tied down to anyone? Will I go to heaven or hell?  Does the religion I follow accept me as a
wrongdoer or a righteous person? Will I ever be able to answer all these
questions that arise when I’m in solitude? All these questions come up when I’m
sitting by myself but am I really ever alone? Does my brain tell me to do
something while my heart yearns for something else? What happens when you stop
thinking or thinking about feelings? Does the heart know what to do or is that
the brain’s job to tell you what to do? I may sound like a psychopath but in
pure honesty, if you think about things too much, your brain can and may
explode because of overthinking and that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. If we
had stopped thinking, would we even know why the sky is blue or why the earth
revolves around the sun and not the other way around? Can thinking too much be
a good thing or does it just make things more complicated? Speaking of
complications and contradictions, what if no religion we believe in really
exists? What if this life doesn’t exist? What if we are all programmed robots
who keep living this life over and over again without knowing anything about
ourselves? I guess the only way to find out is to live this so called life and
find out!