We all think we are something. We an image of ourselves. When something happens that supports this image we are usually happy, otherwise we're unhappy. The tru

We all think we are something. We an image of ourselves. When something happens that supports this image we are usually happy, otherwise we're unhappy. The truth is that we are nothing in particular. There is pain, there is hunger, there is thirst, etc. The interesting part is: When does it become your pain, your hunger, etc?