Perfection

I've had some time alone for the last few days which I am grateful for. In this moment of relative solitude I've found myself thinking about who I am and what part I play in the life that surrounds me. Its such a difficult thing to conclude as it doesnt take a matter of days or weeks or months or years. It must be an on going process. I guess sometimes I'm afraid of finding out who I really am at this time and what I can be. What are the things that make me ? My job ? My friends ? My family ? My interests ? My secrets ? Something more than that ? I feel some relief with the time I have alone of some of the things I believe I am obligated to do. Is that a selfish thing ? Perhaps.