Identity/I Am – What is my identity? Who am I? We often think of our identity as our role in life – as husband or wife, father or daughter. Or as what we do for a living, as though our job defines us. But then what happens when those roles change? What if you get divorced or lose your job? Who are you then? Has your identity changed? What words do you place after “I am…”?
I am not my body, my hair, or my clothes; those are things I have, not who I am. I am a wife, but that is simply one role of many, and not who I am. I have lost my previous job, but that has nothing to do with my identity. I am much more than the descriptions that I sometimes want to box myself into. My personality, intelligence, talents and abilities are traits that I was born with and/or developed, but those are not who I am. My thoughts, wisdom, and perspective all have evolved and changed over time. And none of those are my identity, either.
Maybe our identity is who we are behind those roles and labels, behind even our thoughts. Who is the one doing the thinking? Who is the one reading these words? Who is the one wanting to grow and evolve? Who is the one behind your intelligence, humor, and abilities? Who is the one asking the questions? Who are you really? I Am…
My identity seems to be so much more than what appears on the surface, and endlessly more than who I think I am in this human lifetime. It seems to reach into untapped depths of my soul, into a bottomless opening. Who am I before I was born? And who am I after I die? Who am I now?
To me, my identity seems to be more in line with a force, a presence, a consciousness. A Being, a life-force behind everything. Something that flows through me and radiates out of me. Something that expresses itself in me, through me, as me, but is so much greater than me. Maybe nothing follows “I Am…” Maybe it’s simply I AM.
Over the past couple of years, I have had a rather strange experience regarding my identity. There were moments when I saw pictures of other people, whether in a photo album or on facebook, when I felt confused as to whether I was looking at me or at someone else. Even when I knew that the picture was of someone else, it still felt like I was looking at myself. And each time that it happened, I would look multiple times, and I knew that it couldn’t be me, but it sure felt like me.
When that happens, it is somewhat disorienting, but it actually feels so amazingly warm, human, connected, and comforting. It feels so good deep inside, that it makes me laugh. It is a feeling that we are so similar and so alike that we are the same under it all, we are connected, and we are one and the same. It feels like it doesn’t even matter who is in the picture – you are me, and I am you, and we are the same. I feel your feelings, I know your thoughts, I share your being-ness. I know you. Way down, deep inside, it is you and me.
It is us, we are one, and we are Love.
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