That’s Turkish for ‘Wassup!’
Am I who I am by choice? Or even more importantly, who am I? Who are we? Do we define ourselves by what others say we are, do we define ourselves by what we tell ourselves we are or do we do it based on what we value and what we would like to be? Now, this is a discussion for another day.
Recently I have been thinking a lot about the differences that define us and the concepts that make us who we are. I must say I am liking the person I am becoming, it’s been a long journey. A look back at my past is met by the distinctive yet shy look of a young girl who’s building her life on the principle of ‘good-bad’. And now this me, a girl on her feet. What if I wasn’t me?
It is common for us to look at the world around us, make judgments and presumptions from our experiences, our truths, our hurts, our joys…our. But is this ‘our’ really ours? Say I wasn’t born in rural KE but into another family in another place like Lower Slovenia or Outer Mongolia. Then would I be me,this me now, or another me. Would I care for the things I do now?Would I be an activist? Would I love books? Would I love writing? Would I be an introvert? Would I love coffee? Would I prefer it white, no sugar? Would I be a foodie? Would I still be crazy? I could go on.
What I am trying to ask myself is whether the experiences that have formed the person I am now accords me the moral authority to question with some subtle disdain the other people who are different from me in terms of things I consider negatives. Because you see, I could have been them and them me.
But we can’t choose where to get born nor can we choose anything at that genesis of life. Everything gets decided for us in that regard and if we don’t learn to make our own choices after that then we will just be.