Date: 06-19-2023
Source: Journals Mister Rogers Journal
Lately I have felt so vague and unclear about everything.
Especially about my own identity. I’m not sure how to interface with the world anymore.
All of my personas are melting away like wax and I’m grasping for a mask to wear in my interactions with others.
I am grasping for something solid.
I float and I drift and I fall from great heights, but I cannot seem to find anything substantial to hold onto.
Who am I? Is there an “I”?
I feel more like an amalgam of experiences and influences than a person with an identity. More of a fluid than a solid.
And where are my waters flowing to now?
What will they collect along the way?
Do I take shape here and there like the ocean becomes an iceberg here or a glacier there?
And if I am to take shape it must be for a purpose.
What is my purpose?
Let it always be love.
Let me always be true.