What does it mean to be you? What is "you"? Who am I?
Are we truly who we think we are? Does our heritage, culture, "race", ethnicity, religious faith, political views, language, gender, sexual orientation, artistic sense, qualifications, fittness, size, fashion sense, diet, and family status make us into the person we think we are?
Does above stated factors empower us, or does it cage us and restrict us in your comfort zones?
Does being leukaemic, tamil, hindu, singaporean, world-citizen, leftist-socialist, vegetarian, male, indian, chetti-malaka + thevar, SMU student, scholar, TP valedictorian, a son, a brother, a friend, and a citizen of this planet we call home, make me ME?
Is identity, a pseudo reality, a mirage of the truth or the reflection of the real?
A wise master, Jaggi, has said that, identities are limitations. When one has identified his name as him and instead of seeing the reality that his name is not him but merely a noun that belongs to him. Jaggi went on with his philosophy, but coming from me...that will just bore you. So let me end my post here!
