Identity

What identity you have, other than being someone for someone?
I am a mother to my daughter, a wife to my husband, a sister to my sister and a daughter to my parents and in-laws. But, does that define who I am? I work. So I have people, who believe, I am their colleague. Does that define me? No.

I am that indefinite part of the universe, but also merely a dust in it. I am person, but I add up to nothing. I am a success in the eyes of many and for many, I am a failure. I end up believing everything everybody says. But, there is a part of my heart, that believes in the authentic 'me'.

The one that never dies, the one that never stops believing in love, the one that says, 'This too will pass' - both in highs and lows, one that gives a light of hope, in the dark, the one that believes in magic and moon lights and sunsets and the never ending hustles of the sea.

Will I define myself sometime to the world? Rather than, them fixing in a box with boundaries?

And in this fast paced century, where feelings becomes WhatsApp, Facebook and Instagram statuses, achievements becomes profiles in LinkedIn, will we really cherish who we are as a person? Will our digital footprints define our mental health in the future?

I think we have the answer and that's an yes. With rising number of online related depression, anxiety and suicide cases, with people, exaggerating their life in those statuses, we are ruining the natural identity in those 10 minutes we chose to scroll down the Facebook or WhatsApp status than talking to the next person, including me. If social media really makes us all feel connected, why do we really feel isolated?

Losing our identity to the screens and statuses, one day humans will find the answers to all the questions above. But, they would have lost themselves, from the point where recovery would be possible only through breaking all those screens and walls and statuses.