The Struggle of Self-identity

When we set out to search for our identity, what is it that we are really looking for?

Who am I? Where do I belong? What do I really want? Before we begin to find answers to these questions, let us ask ourselves one question.

Am I really who I pretend to be?

There is a saying that goes, ” The happiest person has the deepest scars.” Maybe they are not talking about a physical scar. Perhaps its an emotional scar. What do we normally do to hide our scars? We wear masks. And it is this mask that leads us to the questions I placed in the beginning of this article.

Scars, over here, represent our FEARS and our FLAWS. We all wear masks to hide our weaknesses. We don’t want others to know what we are going through. We just want to show everyone that we are fine. You know what these masks do? They rob us of reality. We are so afraid to face reality that we start hiding our identity.

You’ve probably heard of the expressions, heart of steel, heart of stone, heart of gold etc. What if I told you that in reality, our hearts are made of glass. And we all have got multiple cracks. Some deep and others barely present. Each crack represents the struggles and problems we have faced. But we don’t want to feel weak. We don’t want our scars to remind us of our pain. We just want to be someone we cannot be. How are we going to find who we are when we hide our true identity ourselves? What we are looking for is right within ourselves.

I agree I am not one of the ” unmasked.” In Fact I have a mask for every situation, for every person I have to meet. When our heart breaks or when we fail to achieve something, our scars deepen. As a result, our masks tighten permanently. And we are forever stripped off from reality. Our identity gets stuck within ourselves. And the funny thing is that it is when we are broken that we set out to find our true meaning of being alive. Yeah, that is a fact.

So, instead of pretending to be happy, find out what makes you unhappy. Try to work on it. It might be hard, but try being yourself for one day. You’ll like the change. We gotta get rid of those masks. Not the safety ones. We need those. Bad humour. Sorry. In the end, life is all about self-identity. It doesn’t end. You know what? Death is a major key. It is death that gives life its meaning. Or else, nothing would make life precious. Struggles are part of growing out of life’s biggest struggle : fear itself.

~Consulting Blogger (only 15)