Who am I?

One day I was trying to understand who am I. It has been years since then and I have still not been able to define myself. Am I myself? Why am myself and not others? Because I am different from others? So means I am not myself but I am no one else. Then who are others? They are all because they are all different. If there are identical people, then who is each of them individually? Am I a form? Am I existing? Am I a thaught? Am I reality? I dont know. Do I exist? I think so since I think others exist. What if they also just think they exist? If nothing and no one was reality, then what is all this? Is it all what I think? Do I think that these all are real? What is reality? For me, someone is rich but maybe for someone, he is poor. So then who is he? Is he just a human being in reality and everything else is just imagination? if that is the case, there is a rule for imagination. I can imagine someone rich or poor only after I imagine myself first. If I am rich or poor is my imagination. When for me itself, I am imagination, then what am I for others? How do others imagine me exactly the way I imagine myself? What is the boundary for reality and where does imagination come in? How do I decide whether my home is big enough or not? If I think it is big, it is or else it is not. So size is imaginary. Poverty is imaginary. My achievements in life are my imagination. Some people may think they fail when they reach where I am. For some this is dream. All the things I think are real to me are my imagination. My life is my imagination. My happiness is my imagination. What is reality? Is anything I dont imagine reality? I did not imagine this world. It exists. Is that a reality? I did not imagine people. Are they real? I did not imagine a lot of things. Are they real? Some things I drew conclusion about. About my wealth. About my achievements. About my home. There is reality in some things but perspective is imaginary. Hunger is real but poverty is imaginary. Home is real but size is imaginary. My words are real but the meanings are imaginary. This blog is real but your understanding is imaginary. You are real but who you are is imaginary. I am real but who am I is imaginary. Everything in a perspective is imaginary and everything in a whole is reality. Road is reality but left and right are imaginary. Brain is reality but intelligence is imaginary. Now your restlessness is real but your confusion is imaginary. You are real but your life is imaginary. My blog is real but its sense is imaginary:)