Identity
Everyone is assigned an individuality at birth. Our names, our parents' names, our ancestry, our race - all these factors and more are bundled up in a permanent, unalterable package and handed to us, a package which we carry around our whole lives, whether we like its contents or not. As we walk through the journey that is life, we build another package for ourselves, adding and subtracting whatever we choose. Its contents are always changing; it's a fully customizable set. Together, these packages make up our identity - both who we are and who we want to be.
Now let us switch gears...Once upon a time there was a man living in the 1920s. The package he was assigned at birth stated that he was James Gatz, son of "shiftless and unsuccessful farm people", and hence he was destined to be a poor man (98). He didn't like this. So he built another package for himself, in which, among other things, he added a medal from "Montenegro" for "Valour Extraordinary" and a photograph of himself with "the Earl of Doncaster" at Oxford (67). He sealed the box and created a new label for it, which read "Jay Gatsby".
This man, he spent the rest of his life trying to convince everybody around him, as well as himself, that he was Jay Gatsby. When people doubted him, he pulled out the medal or the picture for proof. He lived his life with the package he created wrapped around him like a shelter blanket, but at his core, whether he liked it or not, he was always James Gatz.
Everyone has slight, subconscious deviations in their identity, in how they act. We are slightly different people at home than at school, with friends than with teachers. We present different things from our packages to different people. As long as the contents of the package of who we are and the package of who we want to be are not mutually exclusive, it's all good.
Just don't try to make up a Jay Gatsby for yourself.
Now let us switch gears...Once upon a time there was a man living in the 1920s. The package he was assigned at birth stated that he was James Gatz, son of "shiftless and unsuccessful farm people", and hence he was destined to be a poor man (98). He didn't like this. So he built another package for himself, in which, among other things, he added a medal from "Montenegro" for "Valour Extraordinary" and a photograph of himself with "the Earl of Doncaster" at Oxford (67). He sealed the box and created a new label for it, which read "Jay Gatsby".
This man, he spent the rest of his life trying to convince everybody around him, as well as himself, that he was Jay Gatsby. When people doubted him, he pulled out the medal or the picture for proof. He lived his life with the package he created wrapped around him like a shelter blanket, but at his core, whether he liked it or not, he was always James Gatz.
Everyone has slight, subconscious deviations in their identity, in how they act. We are slightly different people at home than at school, with friends than with teachers. We present different things from our packages to different people. As long as the contents of the package of who we are and the package of who we want to be are not mutually exclusive, it's all good.
Just don't try to make up a Jay Gatsby for yourself.
I love the comparison Iman! The way you describe individuality in terms of a box is really creative. Also I really like the part where you say "just don't try to make up a Jay Gatsby for yourself." Especially in our society today, I feel that many of us hold multiple personalities, and it is important to be yourself.
ReplyDeleteIman! This comparison between identity and a mail package is so original and fresh! I especially enjoyed how you described the way we present ourselves to different people as showing off different items in the package. I definitely agree with you position on the topic of identity and you finally statement is a moral that I resonate with.
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