Shadow or me?

I read a book that argued about who we really are.

This is the dialog between a young girl and an old man:

YG: “Am I the worker of my company, the friend of my friends and the family of my families?”

OM: “No.”

YG: “Am I my body?”

OM: “No.”

YG: “Am I my senses?”

OM: “No.”

YG: “Oh, I must be the collection of my thoughts.”

OM: “No.”

YG: “How about I am the spirit and desire in inside my body…”

OM: “No.”

YG: “Wait, then who am I exactly?”

OM: “See, you are getting closer and closer to who are by eliminating the external definition of you. However who you really are is the part that even death can’t take away from you.”

I look at my own shadow and think … I have no answer to this. I'm not my desire to create, to love or to conquer. Then I must be something else.

It’s good, because I still have time to find the answer.