Do you know who you are?

What’s an identity? 

Is it defined by who others think you are? By who you think you are? By the things you do and fill your days with? By your habits and routines?  Your believes and opinions? By your health or lack thereof? The people you surround yourself with? 

Is it something fixed, like a fact, or is it flexible? Something you can stretch and reshape indefinitely?  

Most people probably consider it something stable. Life seems to require of us to fall into patterns, to choose a circle of friends, a lifestyle, a job. And then to spend our days trying to sustain it. To have a particular idea of ourselves, confirmed and validated by our environment, and we cling to it. Unless something dramatic happens to knock us off our worn out tracks. 

This concept has always scared me. For some reason the sheer thought of it seems to suck all the colour out of my life. Sure, it’s unnerving having to redifine yourself anew each year, each month, each day… but isn’t this what turns life into an adventure?  

I’ve tried life with a label stuck to me, and it brought me nothing but misery. To me, there's no freedom in it. 

To me, paradoxically, it means losing myself.

What are your thoughts? Do you think identity is fluid? Or something inevitable? Please comment.

2 comments

  • Dannydangerously

    Dannydangerously Earth

    I find through music I can explore different identities or versions of myself, there’s rap Dan, punk Dan, rock Dan and more, but I’m still the same guy on my passport and the same guy my wife and kids know. Be as many you’s as you can be

    I find through music I can explore different identities or versions of myself, there’s rap Dan, punk Dan, rock Dan and more, but I’m still the same guy on my passport and the same guy my wife and kids know. Be as many you’s as you can be

  • Annika Brown

    Annika Brown

    That’s the greatest thing about performing, Danny, I agree! I’d even go further though, to say that if I lost my voice for good, I could pick a new identity. I could become a videographer. Or a invent boards games. Maybe I wouldn’t become a neurosurgeon, but I could transform into something else. I could decide to go bungee jumping, although I’ve previously considered myself afraid of heights. Or, despite having labelled myself not very sporty, run the Brighton marathon next year. Hmm, there’s a thought...

    That’s the greatest thing about performing, Danny, I agree! I’d even go further though, to say that if I lost my voice for good, I could pick a new identity. I could become a videographer. Or a invent boards games. Maybe I wouldn’t become a neurosurgeon, but I could transform into something else. I could decide to go bungee jumping, although I’ve previously considered myself afraid of heights. Or, despite having labelled myself not very sporty, run the Brighton marathon next year. Hmm, there’s a thought...

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