When you meet someone for the first time, what is your line? Who do you declare yourself to be?
In other words, what is the image of yourself that you present to the world?
Who we are, and who we believe we are, seem like the same thing but that is not necessarily so. We identify with certain groups, be it ethnic, career-related, geographical or perceived class. Most of these identifications were beliefs that we adopted as dictated by the consensus opinion.
For example, I am a writer because I write. When I tell people I am a writer, they have their own preformed judgments as to what this looks like. I had my idea of what it was supposed to look like too, but I have since abandoned those notions.
It actually never looks the same on any given day. Some days the words flow easily and I feel quite accomplished, and other days I look at what I wrote and wonder why it is so bad. I write every day but only on some days do I feel like a writer.
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