Identify is formed by your life story, it is not a fixed mark, but a fluid concept that expands and changes form as you go through life. And nobody but you get to tell your own story and define who you are. You are not born to be somebody, you are born to be yourself.
Being socialized into a culture is in many ways a way to force your personality and innate nature to adjust to your surroundings. A lot of beauty and creativity can be lost in this process. Figuring out who you are as an adult is often about reclaiming that lost beauty and creativity. Maybe that is why so many of us travel to foreign cultures to find ourselves, for in the process of traveling we discover that the “system of thought” we have been socialized into as children is not the only way of life worthwhile.
When you are a child you are a garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and roses, and you are too busy playing in that garden to really notice the difference. When you are a teenager you start to pay attention to individual flowers and weeds, not being able to pick a favorite you admire a different flower every day, some times a delicate rose, other times a thorny weed. When you are an adult you have picked your favorites and you start to weed the garden, shaping it into something so individualisticly beautiful it is beyond comparison to anything else. You have become a unique garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and exotic blooms alike, making up your beautiful one-of-a-kind self.
When you are young you start discovering
All the different parts of you, testing them out,
Getting to know them thoroughly and individually.
Sometimes it can be a confusing time,
Thinking you have to choose one of them
To represent who you are.
But as you grow up you learn that all these different pieces
Fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle
Creating a beautiful picture, original and unique
In its artistry
Sometimes, where we are planted, is not where we will blossom. Having been given feet, it is up to us to journey to where the soil gives the kind of nourishment we need to grow to our full potential. Let us encourage such pilgrimages, not clip each other’s wings, and force iron bars around the soul.
In old Norse Sagas there is talk about the need for both roots and feet. Somewhere to belong and somewhere to explore. The Vikings thought these were primal human needs.
To me, nature; trees, ocean, mountains, are my roots, and art; music, poetry, literature, are my feet. I need them both to feel complete and fulfilled.