The following is an excerpt from my journal. thank you for giving me a platform to share into the ocean of the internet my ideas that felt illegal for so long.
what does identity mean? what does it mean to identify with something? i’m struck by the permanence and impermanence of identity. how the fluidity of what i feel makes me, me constantly changes, constantly reinvents itself.
tautology is the quality of something being redundant.
is it redundant to have to explain my identity? to define and re-define it , to produce it and re-produce it, to craft it and re-craft it daily. it feel this way sometimes. that my identity is a fragile, breakable thing that isn’t sure of itself entirely.
my identity is a pebble in the sea. the harsh edges are eventually worn down and down until i become smooth, until i distill the essence of my mental language into a visceral, palpable, descriptor. until i can narrow it down to one word that has enough multiplicity within it.
“a living thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taking place in it.”
there is multiplicity within my identity. there is multiplicity within me. i am alive.