Salam (Peace), I’m Fitri Ali.
Late 2017, I faced an existential crisis (in this century, who doesn’t). I asked myself a lot of “why” and “who” questions. And although I saw comfort in religion, I still didn’t have an answer to the question, “Who am I?” I fell into pits of depression, travelled, met people, start businesses and “found myself” but yet I question the facade I saw myself wearing.
It might be because of the book I read (When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi) and the place I was visiting (Bali). Or maybe it was the second child my wife was about to deliver. But somewhere down the road, I realised it wasn’t about so much about finding myself but rather, making myself.