Who Are You?
Hi everyone, today’s post is going to take a slightly dark philosophical turn and as such, I’ll implore you to read with an open mind. But if you find that hard, then wait till next week. Thank you….
Tick, tick, tick, tick, I hear the clock saying. There are scratches on my glasses and the only version of the world I see is the blurry one.
It’s 12:09AM, Wednesday morning and I’m going through Pinterest trying to find inspiration for my next post. Bit late for that, I know. You might even find it hard to believe that my head spent the entire past week brining up thousands of ideas that I simply cannot write on. My head is my enemy once again;
“…I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky. Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands, even if it burns.”
For the first time in my life, I felt alive. I feel the Universe coursing through my veins. I look in the mirror and I don’t just see myself; I see LIFE. There doesn’t seem to be an end, and the beginning never ends. Nothing seems impossible, for I am life itself. I am Infinite. The One That Was, The One That Is, and The One That Will Be. I am finally One with the Universe. And then it was gone.
For a brief moment, I felt what it is I’ve spent my entire short life finding. The answer to all my questions. I was at peace. For a brief moment, I felt what truly being alive means. And just like a whiff, it was gone. I was alive, not just the carcass of a being, I felt the spark of life. It was like I passed my true self in a fog, short. In a way, I was sad when it left. Imagine spending your entire life searching for something and you finally found it, only for it for slip through your hand like sand. But it was comforting, knowing that my pursuit isn’t a futile one. Knowing the life I yearn for exist and it will eventually be mine; in death or in life. I found my identity in that fog. I know who I AM. I know what my life’s purpose will be. I know why my restlessness isn’t in vain. I will be a person and live. That’s my purpose and my identity. I am a Living Being. I am Infinite. Never ending, like life itself.
WHO ARE YOU? Remove the name you have, it’s just a tag. Your gender doesn’t matter, it’s another label. Your religion isn’t the answer, it’s based on faith. Faith can be shaken and if that happens what remains of your identity? Your achievements don’t matter either, those are just vanity. Who are you really? Without what the world says YOU ARE? Beyond the physical, who are you?
When you’re gone and everything in the world is dust, what will you be?
What is your identity?
Aexande🥀.
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