We live in a world obsessed by identity.

We are forever being told to be ourselves, and be proud of who we are.

My spiritual journey started long ago as a way to explore the concept of self and my place in the universe, but back then I was lost within a maelstrom of parties and bad choices so all I found was the bar. My method of exploration was drugs and alcohol, and none taken with any reverence. I have recently seen the value of this time in my life, but for the longest time I was ashamed.

Despite my best efforts I do not know who I am, people say I am the sum of all the moments in my life. At a very basic level that is true, however it still does not answer the question “who am I?” 

It is said that we are made of stardust which is true, but that stardust is alive. And as a living bag of stardust I have no clue who I am.

Growing up I was always of the opinion it was arrogant to label yourself. It was up to others to label you, and that is what I did. Only now do I realise my error, and admit to myself that this is just giving the power to others.

To be honest, I see that most have either lost track of or have buried their true selves so deep that they might as well be lost.

So to those people who say “Just be yourself.” be careful what you wish for, as the yourself they talk about can only exist within accepted constraints. What if your true self is too wild for those who say “just be yourself?” 

So go find yourself, step free from society’s constraints, if that is what you wish.  

After some thought I do not want to find myself, I just want to Smile when I am happy, cry when I am sad and eat when I am hungry. 

All else is baggage to be dropped off.