If I asked you who you are, what would you tell me? Your name? I had an interesting conversation with a friend today. She said she was getting comments about how nice she looked, dressing up for work, but it made her sad because “this” isn’t her.
I said: The clothes don’t define you. The other clothes don’t define you. You define you.
And that got me thinking. Who are we? We’re not what we wear, drive, own, get paid for, our attitude, our style. We’re not what we do or even what we’ve done. We’re not even the choices we make. Not really; not in totality. But we’re definitely something or someone with established beliefs, patterns, reactions, views, likes/dislikes, You could say that we’re the sum of our experiences but … more. Much more. Because we can change at any time if we choose or under the right circumstances and stimuli.
We are … a snapshot. A slice of being.
I have a long lost friend that I haven’t seen or talked to since some time around 1994 or 1995. He was just a kid at the time. A great person, you know, with a big heart, serious talent and a lot on his mind. I moved to California and lost touch with him, his brother and sister (Hi, LH). He’s in prison now. I wrote him a letter, kind of nervous, wondering if he’d write back or want to after all these years and after everything he must have been through. I kind of didn’t know what to say because I remember him as a kid and he’s definitely not a kid anymore. And it blew my mind because his voice in writing was the same as 11 years ago … but with 11 years of life in it. He’s still that guy with a big heart, serious talent and a lot on his mind.
That whole long lost crowd … you ever catch up to a friend you haven’t seen in years? Like, a decade or longer? There’s a sensation like 10 years of missing someone comes over you all at once. It’s the painful realization of years of friendship lost. It’s joy like you’ve recovered a part of yourself that’s been missing for too long.
Who are we? For that connection to still be there after so long. We’re every cross-section of awareness, conscious and unconscious, that we’ve ever been, translucent from surface to core with that profound lustrous sheen like plum skin.
Maybe the question should be, who are you right now? But will you be the same you after you answer the question?