You make choices every day. You think, this is who I am, this is who I was, and this is who I want to be. Sometimes, y0u deliberately think this in a conscious way. Other times the thoughts and actions are forced through the process without conscous touching.
This is who I am. You look into the mirror. Who was I? The younger of you may not wonder. The older of you may not wonder any longer, or you may wonder longer. Some of my older friends say they're surprised to learn who they are and how old they are.
You look in the mirror and see your hair, your face. What is planned for today? Should I shave or put on make-up, comb my hair, do I need a hair cut, what is that on my neck? You see and you process. Maybe you're a person who has put it on automatic pilot. The thoughts have been made long ago. Only routine action is required. Looking in the mirror and addressing your strengths and weaknesses and personal hygiene require little conscious participation. I envy those types. When I was in the military, I was one of those types, forced by rule and regulation to shave, and be neat and trim. It was because of an option I had and a choice I made, to join the military and stay in it.
You look in the mirror and admire your shape. Maybe you admire the lack of shape because you're thin and you like it, or you have muscular tone rich with hard cuts and curves, because you make the choice to work out hard, all the time, because this is who you are. Maybe you see weight loss and it reminds you of some condition you've acquired. Perhaps you see your shape and think, I wouldn't look bad if I just lost ten pounds, or you look and think, I look good. Perhaps some look at themselves and think, I look so tired and unhealthy, but they can never see anything else. Some, I hear, even look and think, I am human, I am there, and nothing else matters. This body is just a temporary vessel. You've considered your options and made your choices. This is who you are.
Sometimes the images in the mirror surprise you. You remember that you made vows. Some were called resolutions. What happened to them?
You have options, you make choices, what shall I wear, what shall I eat, the luxuries given to us by being in a successful society, a part of the living that is afforded these options by your past decisions and the luck of your birth. But others have no choices. There is no food. The clothes on them is their only choice. Some made choices and now find they don't have choices, they need a drug and they must find it. Others made choices and seek other solutions. They killed for fun or duty, now they need to kill again, to enjoy that experience of power. Others have done it and say, I will never do it again.
Some have made choices that they want to lead and it doesn't matter what they say or do because the end justifies the means, and others have said, living well is the only thing that matters in this life and to live well, you need money. The more money I have, the better I will live. More still have said, we're here to live. You can't eat money. You can't eat a smart phone, a lapt top, a DVD. These things don't matter. Others think, knowledge is the only thing that matters. I will find and add to humanity's store of knowledge while another group thinks, knowledge is power and knowledge is money. Knowledge must be kept secret and protected, or we will lost our power.
Religions, cults and philosophies will tell you that you're here to learn and serve your lord, your God, your belief system because someday you'll be rewarded, or if you do it right, you'll gain power or be the person you want to be, and whether you thought about it or not, you made your choice. Because this is who you were, this is who you are, and this is who you want to be, unless you look at yourself and think, who am I? Maybe it doesn't matter to you who your are, but what you do, and you think, this is what I'm going to do.
The possibilities are infinite.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com