Sunday, August 30, 2009

Identity

After all these years, it's finally caught up to me. I don't get it. I don't know who I am. No one does. What defines me? I don't know. Where am I from? I also don't know. Sometime I long for being able to answer in one or two words where I am from. This is probably just something that comes with moving around as a kid. It sucks not knowing where you're from or where to call home. Having lived in basically 5 different places in my life, it's hard to explain everything I've been through.

That being said, people who know where they are from should hold onto that. They should hold onto their identity as tight as they can, not allowing it to slip away - cause once it's lost you aren't getting it back. Although the people around them will inevitably shape who they are, their identity - their roots - shouldn't change. However, in my case, I suppose I have never had roots or an identity to begin with.

One of my friends told me that entering into a culture is a hard and difficult process. You have two options: to assimilate or to isolate yourself. However, option b is complete suicide. There is no way anyone can live like that. So that only leaves me one option. It's not going to be fun. It's probably going to hurt much more than it ever has before, but I've asked for it.