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.