And it has a beginning

Every good story has a beginning. Mine has a beginning, but I feel as if you don't need to know my beginning. Where I began, where I come from is of little importance. What I did, how I lived is of no value.

No, all that matters is now, the present. What was done in the past is meant for the past. That's where it shall remain... behind me, never to return.

So where am I? Who am I?

I wish I knew.