False Identity

Who am I?

Areef Kassam.

That is what I thought, that is who I was, until today.

No I have not had a sex change or anything crazy happen, but I did realize something. It is not the person that makes an impact in this world. We are just bodies, just means of transportation and storage.

I bet half of your are lost and stopped ready and the other half are thinking what the hell am I smoking. Our friends, family, acquintances, mentors come into our loves, and we fall in love with them. We attach ourselves and establish our identity through other people. Relationships disappear over time though. Some leave by choice, some fate takes away, and others are victim to time. The pain is the same though initially. As the initial pain wears off, grief may linger, but even that will usually dissipate over time.

As the months and years go by, that laugh that could always make you laugh becomes inaudible and that face that always that always brought you strength fades away. They become a memory gone with the wind. Their memory is not gone though. It lives on. It lives on in the impact and lessons that those people helped you with. In this way their legacy is created. Who are we all then. I think we get lost in these bonds of attachment, these relationships that we forge. Do we truly care for these people? Yes I believe so, but I think we care more for what they have given to us and for what they stand for. Who they truly are whether it was their honesty and integrity that motivated you to change your path. Their love and devotion which taught you how to live.

We fall in love with people, but I think we really fall in love with their qualities, with who they are. These bodies are nothing, these names that we have are nothing. My identity will fade away, but the impact that I have made and hope to made will live on. Maybe this is a key to life, or maybe it is not. It just seems that we put these false identities on bodies and names when the essence of it goes deeper beyond that. Maybe in order for my legacy to continue I need to step away. Maybe I need to become that memory, gone with the wind.