who am I?

Sometimes I wonder about what am I seeking. Am I seeking or just living from one moment to another? Is it because I do not know what else to do? I breathe without knowing that I am, I live without knowing that I am. It's only when I see the picture of another stranger as old as I am, that I realize that I too have traversed all those distances and am as withered, old,wrinkled and vintage as the person in the picture. It's just my spirit which cannot be pictured, which makes me live on without a thought. It's the blithe spirit of the free wind, the roaring, frothy movement of powerful waves which come in unison and retreat passively. That, I feel is me. The wind, the wave, the careless free all pervading yet lonely spirit, Which belongs to no one, Not even the earthly creature called "Varsha".