At some point in your young life, you were rewarded for being something — and the pleasure of that reward led you to end up believing that was who you really were.
But who were you before that? Who were you before parents and teachers and culture taught you to conform to what they wanted? Do you remember?
Those people rarely say, “This is what I want you to be.” They don’t even necessarily have bad intentions. But the people around you start shaping you into what they believe you ought to be. Sometimes they try to make you into little versions of themselves. Sometimes they’re acting out of fears from their own lives — trying to save you from something which damaged them.
But you were born knowing who you are. Do you remember who that is?

Assassin or patsy? How can you trust any of the players in this case?
Black? White? Brown? Santa Claus is any color you want to make him
UPDATE: After surgery, maybe I’ll eventually start feeling better
Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?
Deputies too busy to work accidents, but have time to raid bingo halls
U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece
I don’t know how to amuse you into taking your future seriously
Listening to our own inner voice can be the toughest thing we do