Identity: A Personal Journey of Self-Discovery

I am nothing to many, and everything to some. I am a failure to a majority, and a success to a minority. Throughout life, many people go about never truly knowing who they are, whether this be spiritually, mentally, or physically. This lack of knowing often originates not from the fact that they do not know what they have done, but from the fact that there are just too many aspects and ways of looking at your life to truly know who you are. While some people may see you as just the events in your life, some may see you as the clothes you wear. If you consider knowing who you are to be the sum of what everyone else sees you as, then by definition it can never be discovered. However, in the end, all that truly matters is who you believe you are,

People say that when you are young, you are a sponge, that you take in all of the experiences around you and try to come to terms with what constitutes a healthy life. Upon reflecting on the events in my life, this idea seems more true than ever. When I was born, I was immediately introduced to the idea of sharing, because of the fact that I was, and am, a twin. Later on in my life, when I was four years old, my family and I took a trip to a beach where my parents hid three chests deep in the sand. Upon finding the chests, my brother took the first one, my sister took the second one, and I took the third one, because I was waiting for them to get theirs first. This was most likely due to how I was raised in my early years, and how I had to live my life, because I was constantly having to share or wait my turn. Upon opening the chests, we discovered that the third chest was full of more “treasures” than the other two, which only further cemented the idea that sharing and being kind benefits those who do, because I ended up with more stuff. Now although this event may have made me a better person, and this event did make me who I am, there are also many other events that make me who I