Is this ‘MY LIFE’?

I  know I am here, breathing, seeing and sensing. It is me , in every scene, in all the doing, at every sound and of-course the being. But is this ‘My Life’ I cannot say. I sound selfish and may be I am, but I know I want happiness and that I deserve. Seconds and hours, days and nights, week & months, is this mine? I can’t seem to own it and neither control, its like I’m tied to a thread and all i can to is be told. I wasn’t very clear in the beginning but now i am, this is not ‘my life’ coz this is not who i am.

What if this was it and I didn’t even know? If time was passing by me and was busy alone. Am i sleeping with open eyes  or these are my dreams turning to nightmares, could i just get what i want or have i thrown it away? 

I fight to be me, to find myself everyday. If ’my life’ is this then it is my ’struggle’ everyday.