I am here, yet I am none of the labels.

I am called Theo, yet the name is only a label I happen to wear.

I appear as male, yet that is only a gender.

My age counts the years, yet it is only a number.

I belong to a nationality, yet it is only a category.

I practise a profession, yet it is only a role.

I hold beliefs, yet they are only ideas.

I carry memories, yet they are only stories.

I have known successes, yet they are only events.

I have met failures, yet they are only experiences.

I live in a body, yet it is only a form.

I show a personality, yet it is only a pattern.

I feel emotions, yet they are only movements.

I have thoughts, yet they are only appearances.

I keep preferences, yet they are only tendencies.

I trace a history, yet it is only a narrative.

I hold a reputation, yet it is only an image.

I own possessions, yet they are only objects.

I count achievements, yet they are only milestones.

I speak with a voice, yet it is only a sound.

I wear a face, yet it is only an appearance.

I answer to an identity, yet it is only a concept.

I tell a story, yet it is only a description.

I sense an ego, yet it is only a construct.