The state in which we know identity and concept lies in no solid foundation. Facts and opinion became blurry when discussing the identity of ourselves.

Millions have toyed with the grand ordeal and colossal task of describing and giving the grand solution of the definition of what oneself is. Do we become or are we something already? I do believe that we are many, not encapsulated by words, actions, stones or photos, but an amalgam outside of our understanding...

Be it the “soul”, “breath”, “core”, higher self as some may put it, cultures around the world have come to an agreement about something which holds our value and dignity which is also “pure”, or godly.

We become tied to the names given to us at birth, and that, still, is an outsider’s denomination. And do we want to achieve clarity of ourselves for ourselves or for the sake of being understood by others?

Then we speak, we grow. We are children, then students, some lovers, others dreamers, but in that change we carry something inseparable from ourselves. Our memories and name will chase us as the first immortal truths about this world. Earth will remember our breath and energy, from the unborn to the dictators, but this humanity will treasure our names. Maybe a group, cult, club, sport, will blind the question of “who am I” but that is only a bandage to a bigger wound.

I think I will become love and order so that my descendants can live peacefully. If that takes away their complete free will, then I give them the free choice of a decision.

May themselves choose who they are.
Identity will become your sword.