It's okay to make mistakes. In search of who I am. What is the truth, who am I?

🤔 we,re just tracing paths on the water, and as time goes by, these fade away, so dwelling on them feels of no use, and tracing new ones is only for the happiness the moment brings. Who am I? Well, that's so ephemeral, as every moment forces me to adapt, to change, even if just in the smallest way, and in the morass of all these changes, is there really a core that I can say "this is really me"? Yes, but it's not solid, static and monolithic.

Aaaaand, I have no idea what I just wrote, or how it relates to what you said, so here's a tiny fox riding a racoon