Born under the Sign of the Snake
Destined to be a seeker, I’m looking for wholeness, but I only find fragments. These make up my dreamlike worldview.

Come again, please!

“Who are you?” is a question I get asked sometimes. Oh, you too! It is also a question that I often ask myself. Sometimes quite regularly and then again there are times when I don’t care much. “I am who I am.” is a statement from the Bible and probably also from other writings. It makes things simple and clear. I can apply it to myself, and so you are who you are. It is full of self-acceptance and yet confronts me directly with the person I am.

Probably I should shift down a gear now, at this point I get dizzy with all the “I’s” and “Who’s.” But again you ask: “Who are you?” I give you a simple answer. Most likely I’ll tell you the name my parents gave me when I was born.tumblr_oes9p2vkaT1v5ijj7o1_500

Of course, I have much more time to think about the question than when I get it asked as a standard question in everyday life. Wouldn’t people look at me funny if it took me a few minutes to answer it? But maybe it takes a whole life to give a comprehensive answer because the “I” is also created by what I have experienced.

Everything is broken into many parts by countless conversations, with questions like: “What are you doing?” or “What are your hobbies? In a sense, this all forms part of our identity. However, for yourself, the core of the question is answered with “I am who I am.” Most others just want to hear a name. But the people who are genuinely interested in you will explore you.

Let me know!

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