Something for school (again)

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What is identity?

My identity is not marked my looks.

Did you think that it was by my name or by my birthday? Did you think because of my age I’m who I am? Did you think that because I have brown hair, brown eyes and brown skin makes me who I am? Did you think that my taste in music made me who I am? My dreams? My actions?

In fact, I don’t know.

My identity is still lost. Its still somewhere to find, still somewhere I don’t know.

Isn’t it the same for everyone?

To a three year old, it may seem like nothing at all.

To a thirteen year old, it seems like you figured it out, or not.

And to a thirty year old, its seems like that’s the only person you can be.
To be said your identity is defined by you, yet God put you in this world, at this time, with a face he gave. Doesn’t that contridict everything you have heard and seen?

That your world was yours but never was.

That your heart was there, but was never there.

Because your senses worked like what it did, but didn’t.

‘I didn’t ask for this’, is what some might say. Of course you didn’t.

‘I don’t deserve this.’ Who said that no one didn’t think the same.

‘I already know my identity.’ Now, that. That gets me mad.

Did you think your identity was already there, laid out for you?

My identity was lost multiple times, but that’s how I found a better part of my identity.

Because of my first crush, I learned that somethings don’t need to happen.

Because of music, I learned that music can heal.

Because of Mark, Jonathan, Abby, Danille, Jyothi, Andrea, Purvi, Allie, Alyssa, Danil and others I was able to learn that I was loved. That I was wanted. That they thought that nothing was wrong.

These may seem like nameless faces, but they are the ones who make up my identity.

So maybe I do have one.