Am I perpetuating myself as the thought that #models my #identity pretends?
#Contribution made by Isabel Hernandez Negrin. Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain.
We spoke about identity in another comment. Do you remember? No? Well, it was about all those things we think we are that mixture of remembrances, all kinds of beliefs, opinions and that familiar sense of self. In short, a series of mental fabrications that gives us a sense of continuity, the sense that I’m something that is somehow unchangeable that allows me to feel like I’m different from other individuals.
Identity offers us a certain sense of strength before the world and relationships, and to myself. It’s like the clothing that sets me apart from others, that makes me recognize myself: I believe this and I think that; I don’t admit to that; I hate these things and I love those things. Even the things we find uncomfortable are admitted because they are familiar and a part of me.
I met someone once that suffered from grave physical tensions and the day he was able to relax, he was horrified because he couldn’t recognize himself without the tension and that scared him. We all know someone that sees a threat in everything, something to worry over, and when others tells them that it’s all in their head, they get angry.
It’s difficult for us to question and change our identity. Why? Because we’ll end up feeling insecure and that’s the last thing we want. Identity gives a false sense of continuity. If we believe in life after death, we imagine ourselves in some ethereal place, but being ourselves and being in the company of our loved ones. It’s difficult even to imagine us being different to how we recognize ourselves. Our identity, that fabrication, tends to perpetuate itself because, otherwise, we feel like we’re disappearing, as if we’re dying, we don’t recognize ourselves.
If you were born in one society and, for whatever motive, you moved to another completely different society while still being a child, your identity would be different, for sure. Your beliefs, the way in which you react, your fears, your aspirations, your images of the future, your place in society, your customs, the way in which you interact with others… all of that would be different, and you would identify yourself completely with it. However, your parents would not change that much with respect with their origins, they would have made that fabrication we call identity according to the codes of their society of origin.
Identity seems like it’s something inevitable, but it’s healthy to question it and we shouldn’t let ourselves be dragged by beliefs and codes that are nothing but internalized conventions without question, and that leave us like filters that separate us from others. From our identities we judge, value and put red lines to what opposes it. We are not capable to see what are our identities made of and that which conditions us. It’s like the water to the fishes: they don’t see it. Could you see your identity?