Identity

Identity. I keep hearing and seeing this word, I think it’s something to look at.

My identity, it’s what I do, what I say, what I think, what I think other people think, what other people say, what society says, what society expects, what I believe, what I’ve experienced, what I think I should be/do/become, what I don’t do, it’s excuses, it’s fear, it’s love, it’s the whole spectrum of emotions (if I allow them), it’s honesty, it’s not being honest, it’s truth, it’s non truth. It’s confusing!

I’m a runner but what if I can’t run? Who am I?

I’m an adventurer and explorer, but what if I can’t?

I’m social and I’m private.

Most of my identity is what I choose, what I can control. If my freedom to choose is taken away, what do I become? I think this year has had a big impact on myself, my friends, my family and society. I think by losing my identity I’ve lost connection with myself and in turn I feel disconnected to others. The months have chipped away at my creativity and passion for life, it has turned into a mundane existence of routine and boredom.

But then it’s also given me clarity on what’s important. It’s tested my patience, faith and trust beyond what I thought was possible.

It’s a work in progress, I’ll keep exploring my inner self.