The moment this question pops in awareness; series of identities bump into one another fighting and craving to gain your attention. It is mind-blowing that the majority don’t know who they really are — the normal response to such a question is to answer with a language unit by which he or she is known or reputations like;
“I am a Doctor”, “I am Mother”, “I am a Wife”, “I am a Father”, “I am a Husband”, “I am a L
To be candid, these are bunch of words either given to you or acquired in some sort either through christening, societal role play, educational qualification, profession to name a few and identification with this names becomes the personality we cling to.
The letters A.P.P.L.E does not depict an actual piece of apple just like the word “sweet” does not give you the taste of sugar…
Further introspection incites a sudden realization that what we call “I” is a bunch of different identities bundled into one entity. However, one thing that is distinctively certain is that all our personalities, everything we believe ourselves to be, are all dependent on something which is neither a name nor form.
The word Personality is derived from the Greek word “Persona”, meaning “mask”. Personality is the term used to represent the overall profile or combination of characteristics that capture the unique nature of an individual as they react and interact with others.
It is obvious; you are not the mask.
So, who are you really?
What is the ‘substance’ that these roles depend on to exist?
Lets take a dive into the moment and find the silence in the noise.