Lisa Ray Instagram – Hey kids.
She wandered everywhere, but walked lightly.
When I see images from my past, I smile for the woman I was. I wave affectionately, but I don’t identify with her.
As a society and culture we don’t talk about how important is it to carry your identity lightly. Youth is spent fighting for it, we spend years consolidating our personality and then amplifying it through cvs and social media to the extent, I suppose, the spoils of this internal war mean we feel obligated to carry labels around, like, forever.
But here’s the secret.
All those things you think you are, are barely scratching the surface. You think you are rash, shy, smart, an addict, a failure, a romantic, chic, plump, ambitious, sensible or utterly frivolous and fun. You project and talk about the version of ‘self’ you have decided fits the contours of your desires and abilities best in this world.
But who is the ‘you’?
These are all constructs of personality, sweet soul, they are your ego flexing.
And that’s fine.
As long as you recognize it. And you can set it all down, all these bits of identity we lash ourselves to, the soul crushing categories, when the moment calls you inward.
Can you set them down? (Accompanying gasping sobs are fine) Tip your black box open. Empty it out.
Set yourself free?
Don’t live small, my loves, no identity can contain the vastness of who you really are. You are not the assistant to the regional manager.
You are unclassifiable. | Posted on 05/Jun/2022 06:13:19
Home Actress Lisa Ray HD Photos and Wallpapers June 2022 Lisa Ray Instagram - Hey kids.
She wandered everywhere, but walked lightly.
When I see images from my past, I smile for the woman I was. I wave affectionately, but I don’t identify with her.
As a society and culture we don’t talk about how important is it to carry your identity lightly. Youth is spent fighting for it, we spend years consolidating our personality and then amplifying it through cvs and social media to the extent, I suppose, the spoils of this internal war mean we feel obligated to carry labels around, like, forever.
But here’s the secret.
All those things you think you are, are barely scratching the surface. You think you are rash, shy, smart, an addict, a failure, a romantic, chic, plump, ambitious, sensible or utterly frivolous and fun. You project and talk about the version of ‘self’ you have decided fits the contours of your desires and abilities best in this world.
But who is the ‘you’?
These are all constructs of personality, sweet soul, they are your ego flexing.
And that’s fine.
As long as you recognize it. And you can set it all down, all these bits of identity we lash ourselves to, the soul crushing categories, when the moment calls you inward.
Can you set them down? (Accompanying gasping sobs are fine) Tip your black box open. Empty it out.
Set yourself free?
Don’t live small, my loves, no identity can contain the vastness of who you really are. You are not the assistant to the regional manager.
You are unclassifiable.