My thoughts on identity.
Identity, it’s a source of self. Identity defined is simply being who or what a person or a thing is.
But wait, it is also a close similarity or affinity to something. So much lately has been in the news about
one’s self and our human attachment to an identity. I’m guessing people have been thinking way
outside the box!
Sense of self is important to us; it is where we find our personal security. It is for our sense of comfort.
Lately though, the extreme examples of finding one’s identity have been exhibited for all to see. Human
beings are creatures that crave identities because I think that people gravitate toward each other in
seeking out themselves. This is why we have clubs, support groups, and otherwise genres of t.v.
For example, taking reality t.v. into account and the types of people who watch them are perhaps
as “on the edge” as those on the shows and somehow the viewer is striving to see themselves. The
subject matter of changing genders or assigning a gender to ourselves is an interesting one. While there
are people out there somewhere whom are choosing to be this or that, there still are as many more
born to be someone or something else. These people time and again, say they knew for themselves
they were not the appropriate gender, or knew that somehow they were not comfortable in the role
they had been living Or that they sought out love from an undisclosed gender for
example. Or still yet, that they find themselves somehow being a “misfit” of sorts.
Identity is also something that fits you like a personal glove: be it your job, or your life course
and sometimes, as we very recently have witnessed the racial identity of a person. One can identify with
the life that one is living. With job loss there is an identity loss, perhaps due to circumstances we squash
all that we want to be for what we have to be. Now, these subject matters bring me to understanding
and the compassion part of it to this essay. I just say let live because although I may not like a
particular thing that is happening to someone else, I cannot control it nor can I possibly imagine what
that person is feeling or the freedom they get once expressing themselves~ I just can’t “identify” with
Identity is where we call ourselves comfortably home and the loss of it, or the real discovery of it may be
exactly what one needs to think way out of the box on this one~
Just my thoughts, just my opinions, and always in a Conversationaltone!