Who are we really? We define ourselves by interests, talents, what we wear, how we dress, what we have, how we look, who we fuck, how much money we make, and what we smell like.
The whole thing seems to be very dehumanizing. By putting ourselves into categories, I feel like we’re trying to vomit out any real sense of self in the name of fitting in.
We cannot go on this way. We need to view ourselves as what we are: human beings. Beautifully flawed, defined by our emotions, our cunning, our strengths and weaknessness. We need to define ourselves more by our actions, and stories about our bravest moments, and our simplest revelations. Our perspectives need to challenge our perceptions, or what we thought about previously. We need to admit that we have hearts and spines, and dare to have a soul.