We never see it coming, until we become what we hear other people know us to be. All around us, thousands of souls seeing the way we walk, talk, smile or frown – whether they take note of us or not, our outer identity is established at a billion thoughts per second. Love, hate, appreciation and rejection amalgamate in thoughts beyond your own, creating a person you may not even recognise.
Who are you?
Are you the hero of this story, and you don’t need to be saved, like Regina Spektor claims? Are you the adjectives your peers use? Or are you who you say you are? Readily, our personal opinions may be far from the actions manifest in the earthly realm. One who perceives herself as ‘kind’ may shirk from beggars or choose to ignore a limping puppy while rushing to work. Degrees of adjectives shouldn’t impact on the persona you choose to create, but don’t venture to be something you’re not because of how people (incorrectly?) perceive you.
For example, should someone dub me to be ‘shallow’, there’s no reason to empty your philosophical pool, and lay in the cold cement complaining of how you wish you were anorexic. Yet neither should you venture to fill the pool to a point where it overflows to dub yourself ‘deep’, either - for you’d drown.
Don’t let your identity get you in head deep. I guess, at a younger stage of our life, it’s still much like steam, sometimes thick and solid, sometimes there’s so many spaces and vague whisps waiting to merge into the atmosphere of life.
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