Who am I? Am I accomplishing all that I am meant to be? Questions like these are what keep many awake at night.
Identity is a funny thing. What do you describe yourself as? Did we become what we are describing, or do we become it as we speak?
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →