In my unending quest to find out what makes us the way we are I have just spoken about the outside influences, the way we look, The families and friends we have, the places we grow up, the names we are given. I realise now that I have never taken into consideration the difference between the people we are, and the people we will ourselves to be.
I suppose in talking about this subject we must ask ourselves the question “can people change” and by that I mean can the very essence of their being change rather than just the things that they do. I believe that people can change, in fact I believe that people cannot help changing. We are never the same person as we were a minute ago. Now before I go on too much of a tangent let me get back to the main issue, The people we are because of the people we will ourselves to be…
We are all born equal, and by that I mean balanced, a clean slate, the same potential of good and evil, kindness and cruelty, honestly and deception. We are not the sum of our parents, we are the sum of out parenting. but can someone who is brought up a murderer (to take an extreme example) will himself to become a saint? Or the other way round?
Some people are born Great, some achieve Greaness and some have Greatness thrust upon them.
Because there is a path laid out before us, doesn’t mean we have to walk down it, we can choose to forge our own.
The people we are based on:
– The way we look (based on the society which we grow up in).
– The company we keep.
– The company we are born into.
– The name/s we are given.
– The people we will ourselves to be.
And finally, the obstacles we overcome to attain our goals, the brickwalls that show us how much we want something, the measuring sticks of our own determination.
I suppose our determination is also linked to faith, our faith in our own abilities, or others. Or our faith that although a goal is unattainable, god (or fate, or destiny, or the universe, or whatever) will intervene and make the impossible, possible.
I am an athiest, regrettably. Unlike most athiests I do not resist the idea of god, in fact I wish I had faith, but I seem incapable of it. (Perhaps its because of the way I look, people I grew up with, the name I was given?)
But in my understanding of existance (limited as it is), we are alone in this world, armed with nothing but our determination, like we are all leaves in the wind, hopelessly believing that we will not be blown off the tree…
Rather I will not be blown away because I am sure I will be if I don’t fight with every ounce of strength to hold on. My moments on earth were given to me by nothing but mathematics, statistics, one digit different and I would not exist… But I do, and I will fight for every moment I have left, and when I choose to let go (be it tomorrow, or 70 years from now) it will be because I gave myself up to the Turbulent winds of mortality, and that is what makes it my time.
So to conclude (even though it seems like a tangent again, it isn’t)
We are the people we are, because of the People we WILL ourselves to be, not the people we oneday hope to be.