Searching For My Inner Pearl

An oyster shell is a plain looking thing, and the oyster inside doesn't look any better. But once in a while, you can crack open that ugly exterior to find a beautiful and shiny pearl waiting inside. I want to find my inner pearl. I want to crack open my ugly exterior of uncertainty, confusion and worry, to set free my calm, content and beautiful inner self.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Who am I?

While, no one has actually asked me directly, "Who are you?" (and I hope no one does any time soon), I simply have no idea how to answer a question like that.

It seems to me that there can't be one simple answer, or can there? Is it possible that one word is all some people need to define themselves? For instance, I have heard many mothers talk about their lives and I find one common thing among all of them while everything else about them is different. Working women, stay at home moms, married, single, happy, not so happy... but the one common thread among them is that above all else, they are moms. They view motherhood as the single-most spectacular accomplishment of their lives. But is that who they are? Is it so simple that the one thing a female human being is born to do (procreate), the singular definition of who she is?


If this is indeed the case, what about women who aren't mothers, and also, men who aren't fathers? Do they simply not have an identity?


Think about it. When you ask people about themselves, what is the first thing that comes out of their mouth? That is usually the thing they deem most important to themselves. But is that thing who they are?


I feel like "who" I am, is maybe the collection of everything "me": My thoughts, feelings, actions, reactions. This makes defining your inner "who" harder and easier to do at the same time. Harder in that, how do I know when to stop? Easier in that, I don't have to pick just one word.


Maybe I've talked myself in circles here and that none of this makes any sense. I don't know. But I do know that I'm going to do whatever it takes to find out who the real me is. Because if I don't know who I am, then I can never be confident in myself.

2 comments:

  1. Just one thing about the mother and father thing. Becoming a mother or a father EXPANDS your identity, it doesn't define it or create it or make it more valid. It's like an branch on a tree. Just my thoughts.

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  2. Good point. I didn't look at it that way. I was just thinking along the lines of ... you ask a someone who they are...and if they have a child the first thing they usually say is "I'm a mom/dad"... you know.

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