What Makes Up Who I Am

My mind paces back and forth
Flipping through memories both welcome and not.
Feeling every sharp pang of deep emotion from each
Carefully caressing the few care-free moments of pure divine happiness
Attempting to tear and erase all the moments of terror, vulnerability and desolation.
Within the midst of carefully and meticulously plundering the depths of my psyche
I notice, that going through all these emotions and moments, both pleasant and bitter are what makes up who I am.
And with that significant piece of information to ponder over I realize that even if I could change my past I wouldn't.
I am thankful 4 all those moments that made me cry tears filled with either bliss or gloom
For what would I be without them?
I would be nothing; a blank slate filled with hollowness
Without them I would have the same abiding yet puzzling question bounce through my meaningless and empty mind:
"Who am I?"
Without them I would have no future... I would have no purpose... I would have no past...
I would have no me...