Who am I? It is perhaps the oldest question ever asked. Some days we feel like Arjuna, fighting impossible battles. Other days we feel lost like Karna, misunderstood by the world. Sometimes we discover desires within us that resemble Duryodhana's pride. At other times, we feel blind to the truth like Dhritarashtra. In moments of confusion, we search for labels, identities, and answers. But what if Krishna's answer is completely different from what we expect? What if the purpose of life is not to become extraordinary, but to fully understand what it means to be human?
