When someone asks “what is the identity of a human”, I’m certain to reply that it’s more than what it seems. In fact, I tend to believe identity and existence are the same thing. Someone’s existence, in my view, extends far beyond what most people would define as “the body”. I’m not one to negate the power of the brain, but there is new research out there suggesting that memories can be formed outside of it. This makes a lot of sense to me. When we interact with each other, our actions determine how our bodies will react. Memories thus depend at least partly on outside sources. The never-ending energy that constantly permeates our actions and memories is something I consider to be a big part of a human’s existence. The way we remember things even though it may seem as if they are no longer directly in front of us is a testament to the power of energy. For example, much of our well-being depends on interaction via electric sources such as telephone and internet. We must have some sense of trust in the power of energy in order to function in day-to-day life. Someone may ask “how do we know our friends even exist when they aren’t directly in front of us?” The answer of course is that we have knowledge of their energy through the energy that has already permeated our memories and bodies. We live on with every picture we take, word we say, and life affected by us. There is no reason to be sorrowful that the body may seem so limited at times.
I consider myself an “outgoing introvert” (at the moment). People have different definitions of what it means to be either an introvert or extrovert, but I tend to define an introvert as someone who gets most of his/her energy from within, while an extrovert is someone who gets most of his/her energy from outside sources. This is not to say that I consider myself shy, even though it may seem that way at times. On the contrary, I believe myself to be incredibly outgoing, but with most of that energy drawn from, and sometimes directed toward, internal sources. Before I write or say something, I almost always must consider the consequences of letting those things out there. Although I realize the importance of being in the moment and acknowledging instantaneous gratification. It does seem as if most people are similar in that they aren’t completely one way or another regarding the definitions of introversion/extroversion. I’ve always been fascinated by things like personality tests and optical illusions. The Rorschach test is a favorite of mine. Each test has its limits, of course.
Not too long ago, seemingly out of nowhere, an unusual and unsettling memory popped into my mind. This memory had to do with someone hurting me because they thought my voice was “too high”. When I had this memory, I immediately tried figuring out how old I potentially could have been. My voice started deepening when I was ten, and I remember the person hurting me quite some time after that, like even a year probably. It then occurred to me that since I was already relatively older, I couldn’t have been so weak as to allow that person to do what it seems like they did. So why did that memory even occur in the first place? I was really shocked, but I’ve come to this conclusion: only some of the images that popped into my mind actually indeed occurred. It just makes more sense to me that way. In this regard, I must differentiate between images in my mind and real, true memories. There is a definite difference. The memories may still be bizarre, but at least they’re not as wacko as the images that can flood my mind at times.
When I was little, I was always excited whenever the major holidays would roll around. They would mean times spent with family traveling to new and interesting places, watching TV specials, visiting relatives, making delicious meals, and playing wonderful games. Even nowadays, I’m lucky to say those things still happen most of the time whenever big holidays come around. When I became a bit older, I was fascinated by more minor holidays, including some holidays found in other cultures/religions. I realized that every month of the year indeed had at least one type of holiday. As I’ve been learning more about other cultures and traditions, it seems like just about every day carries some type of social significance, regardless of whether it’s considered a distinct “holiday”. This serves as a reminder to me that I should treat every day as something special, with the same joyful sentiments I had for the really major holidays when I was much younger. So now, I believe there’s no excuse for me to experience unhappiness just because a day hasn’t been officially been branded a holiday.