sense of self – a sense of personal identity. the importance of such idea is so great i find it hard to define. a sense of self is the cure for what ails many, many people. those that are perhaps unhappy in their workplace, unhappy with their significant other, unhappy with life and the world around them. now, this is by no means an end all be all fix to life. even if it was, to obtain a sense of self isn’t like going to the corner store and picking up a box of it. i know people who are well into their 30’s and 40’s who have no idea of who they are.
for instance, lets say you go up to a friend and say to him ‘I want to know who you are. What can you tell me?’ what is that friend likely to say? I would like to bet that 9 times out of 10 the person will start off with their Profession, then perhaps family tree (should they be of importance). not that this is Wrong, persay, but think of the implications. if you are what you do, if you are who your family was then you, yourself, have no identity of your own. one would constantly be identifying with the idea of a sense of self. constantly struggling with the identities of those who came before, wondering if ones will be able to live up to something, to fill the shoes of his/her predecessors. much in the same way people tend to blame ‘bad luck’ for their own shortcomings. there very well may be such a thing as bad and good luck, yet i doubt it seeks us out and sticks with us for a lifetime. we are all responsbile for our actions and the consequences, or lack there of, that come as a result.
have you ever heard someone say that that are just ‘working this job until i can retire and do something i’m passionate about’. how true that is for the most of the world. but why? that thing that one is passionate about, that is more than not the sense of self people have been searching for. once you find out what you are passionate about in life, what moves you or rather what makes you tick, its then that you can be truely yourself. have your thoughts of who and what you are.
i am passionate about learning. as much as i can possibly fit into this abnormally large head that i have. (i’ve often related myself to a bobble head doll… head just going about on the dashboard with the little small body) haha. for years i struggled with who i was. why i was. for many a days i had no reason to get out of bed. i had no reason to better myself – i struggled. i turned to alcohol. what a spiral that turned out to be. now, if nothing else, i know each day i will learn something new. i know each day who i am and who i am meant to be. and that is the most fullfilling thing there is to be had in this endless galaxy we float in.