I’m an identity junkie.
Few things fascinate me more than the formation, nuance,
complexity and absurdity of why people are the way they are.
But something I’ve recently realized is, identity is a
Not everyone is lucky enough to become who they are.
There are several variables, most of which are based on pure
chance, that keep people’s true identities from being known to the world:
There’s the issue of history.
You have to be born at a point in time where your natural talents match the
available opportunities. Otherwise, the person you are won’t get a chance to blossom
to its full capacity.
There’s the issue of environment.
You have to be surrounded by people who encourage you to trust yourself and
carve your own path. Otherwise, you’ll end up wearing a false self that hides
you true nature.
There’s the issue of resources.
You have to possess the means that enable the experiences that expose you to your
core self. Otherwise, you’ll never plug in where you’ve been gifted to fit.
There’s the issue of exploration.
You have to actively seek out what is your own, beyond what you’ve been taught.
Otherwise, you’ll never find new, meaningful facets to add to your identity.
There’s the issue of introspection.
You have value paying attention to the voices and forces within you. Otherwise,
you’ll conform to the tastes of others, slowly losing parts of yourself that
you can never get back.
It breaks my heart.
Everyone deserves to become who they are.
Who knew identity was such a blessing?