(Originally an Instagram post on August 1, 2021).
Who are we? As human beings, who are we?
Who are you?
Who am I?
You can say the name you were given (or the one you chose), but that’s just a name, a bunch of letters put together and once it’s said enough times, it always sounds right.
But what does “I”really mean?
Today I was writing a part of an inner dialogue for my main character for a near future dystopian young adult novel. And in this scene she was realizing how much she had changed from the beginning to where she is now. She has no idea who she really is. And while writing, I was crying, because what I had wrote was what I am feeling deep inside. Which is insane, because I thought I’d figure out myself completely and given myself the right labels and titles. But no. No matter how much I may seem like I know myself, I don’t think I’ll ever get to know myself. Because I’m human, we never fully are ‘comfortable’ in our skin, we don’t fully understand ourselves like we understand that today is the first day of August. And maybe that’s why we all try to find connections with other human beings—because if we can’t fully understand ourselves, maybe we can find someone who understands a part we don’t understand.
Remember—no one never understands themselves completely, so don’t pressure yourself to understand everything about yourself.
Humans are so complex.
If you read to the end of this, thank you from the bottom of my heart for listening to me. ❤️❤️❤️