Imagine a world where your name was what you do.
What would your name be?
Perhaps you already live in such a world; perhaps the way people identify you; by what you do.
Do you think, that is who you are? Is it, who you are?
Can I place a name or a finger, on the words or items that could be placed in a box to define who you are?
Me: Hello my name is Writer.
You: Hi I’m ....Lawyer....
...Manager
...CEO
...Prostitute
...Mother
...Domestic Worker
...Chef
...Driver
...Model
...Pastor
...Gardener
...DJ
...Researcher
...
Does who you are fit into a box can I place you in a category be it prestigious or disreputable, and you be absolutely fine with that? Are you okay with being what you do? Can your ‘I am-ness’ be encompassed in a task? Is the individual performing the task, not something more?
I am not the only one asking, I’m not the only one on a journey of greatness, others call it something else but, it’s theirs and they own it....
If you were to ask me, Gwen who are you?
I would respond to say, I am Great.
You would probably ask me to elaborate...
I would then have a lot to say, but what I do know is whatever it would be would not even scratch the surface. The iceberg that is me has so much depth that even I don’t know, but I am NOT the exception. In the ocean of life many icebergs hover above but, the thought or mere idea of taking a dive to see what’s beneath is too much to bear.
My response is so incomplete, so limited, and so vague.
There must be, there has to be more so I embark on this journey of Greatness.
Where it leads who knows,
if I will even get there a mystery,
what if I die before I arrive,
what if I fail,
perhaps I’m on a meaningless journey,
or maybe I’m proper crazy, highly possible
but, I won’t stop
I can’t it’s not in me to just quit
who does that and not regret it
I need to be able to live with myself
and I won’t be able to if I quit
something in my gut keeps nudging
saying there is more
you are more......
What would your name be?
Perhaps you already live in such a world; perhaps the way people identify you; by what you do.
Do you think, that is who you are? Is it, who you are?
Can I place a name or a finger, on the words or items that could be placed in a box to define who you are?
Me: Hello my name is Writer.
You: Hi I’m ....Lawyer....
...Manager
...CEO
...Prostitute
...Mother
...Domestic Worker
...Chef
...Driver
...Model
...Pastor
...Gardener
...DJ
...Researcher
...
Does who you are fit into a box can I place you in a category be it prestigious or disreputable, and you be absolutely fine with that? Are you okay with being what you do? Can your ‘I am-ness’ be encompassed in a task? Is the individual performing the task, not something more?
I am not the only one asking, I’m not the only one on a journey of greatness, others call it something else but, it’s theirs and they own it....
"We oft know little of who we were, only something of who we are, and nothing of who we may be.”
― Charlie Fletcher, Silvertongue
“The bulk of life is discovering who you are—and then reconciling that with who you wish you were.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich
“The world put's too much emphasis on what a person does in terms of monetary value and social status as opposed to who they are. If I was to ask you if you would be loved for who you are or what you do (eg. your occupation), I would guess that you would say who you are. Things are the wrong way around unless you follow Jesus.
God cares about who we are primary, not what we do. It is our character and approach to life that he cares about. God wants us to choose him and put him first which ultimately means being a servant to him and others.”
― Tim Crawshaw
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”
― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
I would respond to say, I am Great.
You would probably ask me to elaborate...
I would then have a lot to say, but what I do know is whatever it would be would not even scratch the surface. The iceberg that is me has so much depth that even I don’t know, but I am NOT the exception. In the ocean of life many icebergs hover above but, the thought or mere idea of taking a dive to see what’s beneath is too much to bear.
My response is so incomplete, so limited, and so vague.
There must be, there has to be more so I embark on this journey of Greatness.
Where it leads who knows,
if I will even get there a mystery,
what if I die before I arrive,
what if I fail,
perhaps I’m on a meaningless journey,
or maybe I’m proper crazy, highly possible
but, I won’t stop
I can’t it’s not in me to just quit
who does that and not regret it
I need to be able to live with myself
and I won’t be able to if I quit
something in my gut keeps nudging
saying there is more
you are more......