We are no sooner out of the womb than we must begin the
precarious unfolding and shaping of who we are. If we
have bad or destructive times in childhood, we begin to fix
on a survival identity to cover over and to compensate for
what happens to us. If we are never encouraged to be
ourselves we begin to construct an identity that will gain us
either attention or approval. When we set out to construct
our lives according to a fixed image, we damage ourselves.
The image becomes the desperate focus of all our longing.
There are no frames for the soul.
In truth we are called, in so far as we can, to live without
an image of ourselves, or at least to keep images we have
free and open. When you sense the immensity of the
Unknown within you, any image you have built of yourself
gradually loses its promise. Your name, your face, your
address only suggest the threshold of your identity.
Somehow you are always secretly aware of this.
Sometimes you find yourself listening to someone
telling you what you should do or describing what is
going on inside you, and you whisper to yourself that
they have not the foggiest idea who you actually are.
From Eternal Echoes via – The Beauty We Love