I was initially going to add this chapter on to my last post with the rest of this “book,” but after reviewing it’s content in conjunction with what I had intended to write about today, it made more sense to isolate it. So here it is, in all its glory;
Chapter 4: Identity
Do you know who you are? People spend so much time trying to figure out who they are and searching for their own niche in life, but do we ever really reach that level of knowing ourselves; self-consciousness? You spend 99.9% of your life looking through your eyes at the world and assessing what’s around you. Simultaneously, you may spend nearly the same amount of time analyzing yourself and searching for that unique identity, but to draw a self portrait, you’d require a mirror. Granted, the physical, emotional, psychological, and metaphysical selves are distinct from one another….but how well do you really know yourself? How well would you be able to predict your limits?
To thy own self, be true; without a grasp of your identity there is no one to be true to. Often times it’s much simpler to assume the identity of someone else; an equal being with the same absence of familiarization with his own self, but yet manages to project an image that attracts you. We call these people, those who assume the identity of others, fakes and posers, and accuse them of fronting and wearing masks. What I don’t get is if we spend so much time worrying about these other people and their lack of individuality, how can we even hope to get to know ourselves and develop our own identity?
Again, people are social creatures. That being said, that self-identity is often a derivative of the group identity which manifests out of the unique dynamic of interaction between a group of individuals. In other words, different people bring out very different sides of the same person. And then you have to analyze the role of the individual within the group and assess if this role remains constant as the individual shifts group affiliation.
This is the end, or at least as far as I got with For Bianca. The content of Chapter 4 is so relevant and tangible, unfinished…but related to what I wanted to write about today. What I wanted to write about today was me.
I’ve shared a bit about my views, a bit about things happening in my life, but not much about those deeper contemplations, buried and hidden from judgement and criticality. My experiences, choices I’ve made, paths I’ve taken…things I’ve done. What I wanted to write about today is very real and very controversial when measured against the projected expectations of certain archetypical personalities; and taking into account that some of you do actually know me, in my personal and professional capacities, it is very risky. I’m too proud to say that it’s “scary,” but I can live with saying I am intimidated by the idea that some of you who know me will read what I want to discuss and then judge me negatively for it.
What I wanted to write about, will have to wait for next time.