Identity

Who am I?

Am I an adult yet? When will others look at me that way? What are my interests, my passions, my hopes, my dreams? Why won't others accept me the way that I am? Do I seem like I need to be fixed?

Is my identity something I just grasp one day, or is it constantly changing, morphing, as I learn and grow?

I feel sometimes like I know who I am and what I want, then someone goes and tells me I'm not supposed to yet. Well why not? Being confident in the person I am right now, the place where God has me at this moment, is not the same thing as being stuck in concrete. I want to grow and change. There are so many things in my mind that I am still searching for: knowledge to be attained, decisions to be made, goals to be met, and questions, never ending questions.

This life is such a strange thing. We are such strange beings. We want to be independent, and yet long to be dependent. What we are independent of and who we are dependent on both have huge impacts on who we are and who we become. I'm tired of being told what to do by some, and I look to others for direction. What a dichotomy.

I want to make sure I find out who I am without being told by others who I should be.

Oh well I guess I'll just have to keep searching for myself. A Where's Waldo of sorts. A never-ending Where's Waldo.


Just some thoughts...