Who am I, in the depths of my existence?

Who am I? To many, I am a predecessor, someone who shows the way. For others, another troublesome questioner, someone who criticizes government measures, has distrust of the judiciary. Some see me as an eventful human being involved in the weak. Someone who can't stand it when injustice is done. Someone like #Baybasin undeservedly life imprisoned. Or a professor #Stapel that manipulates data and is puked up. It's like we're without sin ourselves. My children see me as a father and my grandchildren as a grandfather who is there for them, but is also busy with other things. My wife sees me as a loyal, loving and sometimes difficult man. Someone with a sometimes gloomy, sometimes almost depressed character. Personally, I see myself — what a strange phrase — as a changeable person. Sometimes cheerful, optimistic, but also often worried and melancholic. Sometimes confident that someday it'll all be okay. But also often worried about the way my children and grandchildren have yet to go. Sometimes the sun shines and there is a holiday and a nice wine. But also often there is gloom, rut and a narcotic wine. But who am I really? I was dwell on the world-famous poem by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and I recognized myself in the thoughts of this incomparably brave man:

Who am I?Who am I?

People tell me, too.
that I, accustomed to win
and balanced of sentences,
smiling wear my misfortune days.

Am I really?

what others say about me?