Identity Thoughts

4 decades ago, I happened to be born into a Chinese family, from a city located at the northern edge of Canton province of China. So I am a Chinese, a southern Chinese.

Same would have happened to you. You jump started your life journey certain time ago wherever you were born into. It was a happenstance. Instead of where you were actually born into, there could be chances be it in a remote village of  Russia, or somewhere in Pacific Islands, Middle East, anywhere in the world indeed. Not knowing exactly why, can’t remember when, among the first words you spoke, you started calling a particular couple of people mum and dad. Like them or not, from strangers (at the point you were born) to becoming recognized as mum and dad, you have this uncut-able link with them for the rest of this incarnation. If you grow up living with them, what they do and how they think is going to become a part of you – so called sub-consciousness. The environment you were given had nothing to do with whether your inner being likes it or not. Think about it, you had no say in it, all is by chance, by divine chance.

The place you were born into also has a considerable contribution to your identity – at least, how people from outside world identify you. So you are a Kiwi, an Aussie, an Indian; you are an African, a Muslin, a Japanese, a Chinese…and of course, every group of people are thought to possess certain traits and there are subtle connotations behind these tags. When you were tagged with one particular group, you carry those connotations around.

It’s a very interesting phenomenon that human being likes to generalize. As if they don’t, they sort of lost in the vast population of global village. As a member of human being myself, however, I do not like to be generalized. I would like to think that I am pretty damn unique and special and my identity should not at all being defined and tied down to the culture of my birth place. Where I was born is just a dot on the map – you can always go from one dot to another, then your consciousness shall change as you encounter different cultures. The real identity comes from your soul. It absorbs influences from the people you met, things you gone through, places you went, and it takes in what feels right for it, sometimes the opposite.

So who the heck are ya? Soul would say, I am a global villager happened to be born into a Chinese family from a northern city of Canton province. I am a Humanese.

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