Happiness This Way

I, Identity

Numair Qureshi

Humanities Gallery 2

Dr. Susan Lucas

Final Paper

I, Identity

Somewhere far away, someone is searching for her identity under a stone beneath a grain of salt, in a sand dune in the interior of a wet swamp where the light is trapped, but escapes ever. Somewhere far away there's a guy who has yet to discover their mission in life to know why he is the way it is. In his dreams, he is a dying constantly Icarus falls from the sky in a couple of feathers melted. It is a visual time constant, a mathematical equation that still is not flawed, it is eternal. Sometimes in moments of wakefulness, a child scratches the horizon with their fingers in the hope of discovering something so beautiful beyond what the eye can see that maybe you can lift the confusion life has to offer and provide the clarity that she has wanted all his life. There is one question on everyone's mind, the question is write books and films are scripts. It is a question that has come in many forms throughout the history of mankind. Eva took the apple in the hope of finding more, and the answer was not delivered. Alice was through his wonders, and she did not get a concrete answer. Again and again, in the wildest of dreams that have ventured into the unknown as far as to ask, and was at times we have received no clear answer that we heard that black holes exist. So we asked and asked and asked us, and begged and begged him to us, and told us, and screamed for an answer, but we have none. Rather, we have learned that God is cruel, evil, and a player, because the question was over, "Who am I?". So we searched the aisles blocked, we look at the grains of salt, we ran our fingers on the horizon in the hope that the scratches a hole in the sky allowing rain to fall again in our world, a rain that would bring back home with us. Holding the Bhagavad Gita near and dear to our heart, we heard the words of Krishna when he proclaimed that we fulfill our duty, our destiny, our mission. And he shouted back to Krishna, "How We can fulfill our duty if we are, what our mission is, or why we exist? "Know. No answer. We learned that God is a player who plays dice. He creates a will, and has no reason to play a little. We were sad, and then made sure the thrill has gone well by assigning us tears falling from our eyes to signify the life of sensation. Around him he saw, high and low, near and far, in the upper balconies, under of our covers, and it is still possible that God does not. Still could not find what we are. So humanity looked for an answer. We seek peace within our friends, our lovers, our medicines, our addictions, and we have found an answer that might be enough: the power, the most corrupt of all. Over time, To our great surprise, the answer came to us in the strangest of ways, in the strangest places, we are …. within ourselves.

Larvae

They say there is a huge collision of the gas before a star is born. In a handful catastrophic different colored lights, wavelengths, and the elements, a brilliant firefly begins the first day of his life in the canopy above the black giant. Such a collision we makes you wonder if the star has his own song … a song of stars. Is the hum, hymn does, it does whistle, makes him sing? There is a conviction which we believe, a certain kind of calm, when we look up in the universe and our fingers point directly at a star that never leave your place. It's almost as if this piece of the universe will always be there to serve as part of a constellation that forms the fabric of our lives.

At the corner of every street, we see a sign indicating the name of that street. And that name will be enough of an identity for the street during the time that exists. 50 states representing the land we belong to, and each form has its own name. Each and every direction you look, there is a name belonging to something. As human beings, giving things titles. Wood on water is a boat. Black is black. White is white. A light box is called a light bulb. And then, not us. We have given the title of humans, and we have been assigned a name at birth. But we are not larger than a simple name, only a title? Are we not unique, we are no different? At birth, they are larvae, barely distinguishable as other babies. We grow, and we see our reflections, and we learn they are beautiful, we are different, we are unique, and could never be part of a constellation due to our irregular shape makes us something different to any other human being who ever lived. "I just know the language, however, hear the words of strangers soon give the word to our parents. "It's going to be a doctor one day! A lawyer perhaps, a teacher, a pharmacist, a scientist, an athlete may even the president! "We smile at the happiness they feel when they claim we want to be in life. But he lost, still confused, as we head bobble fed powerless because of our dependence for survival.

Caterpillar

We can now. We have grown and know what is expected of us in life. Us have grown reasoning faculties. We tracked everywhere. There are older caterpillars, caterpillars young, middle-aged caterpillars and the caterpillars die. They all seem however, our hearts set us apart from each other. Perhaps it will remain so forever. But that would be a curse because we want more. So we our parents banned the question: 'Who am I? ". And they respond by telling us what we desire to be instead of what we are. Years pass, and we forget that the issue exists. We are running our schools, and the days are like everyone else. An instructor teaches a lesson that nobody cares. Books text are used as pillows, and the windows are seen as dreamy exterior portals to a world where everyone is happy and feels clarity everywhere. However, when it rains, I cling to my umbrella or because I realize that even the rest of the world has its difficult moments. Then, in the most unexpected moments, we favor someone and come back to us a smile. A smile that penetrates our hearts and gives us a sense of happiness and peace. We are aware of that power, happiness and happiness can only come from making others smile. In the distance, behind us, Ayn Rand claws his fist in a sign of disapproval, and frowns Lord Krishna. We danced in the streets, racing home to the arms of our fathers, in the arms of society, into the arms of the world. Embrace a new philosophy: selflessness. And, therefore making it a mission to lose, to live selflessly, for us to live for the world. We live to make others smile, we experience the joy people, and we care not to be forever butterflies.

We are drowning in Emerson preaches words when we lose the car. Suddenly, we become transparent eyes reflecting the currents of the universe. No more, there is no self, no more than us. There is only humanity. There is only one name, one nation, indivisible under God. There is only one. The saddest place we are taught, for the heart than there is in our chest. Therefore, we put our heart in the hands of humanity, and we give it to them so that we can live up to the ideals expected of us. Mother and father would be proud of us because she gave birth to us to live I could never live life, the life you always dreamed of. Who we are wrong to their desires? Sometimes, in the quietest of times, we feel a pounding in your chest but quickly ignored because there are other duties to perform. We have a world in favor. "One day, I'm going to be a doctor, and finally the world will accept me," said child. "One day I will be head of the clinic, and the world finally accept me," said the doctor. Therefore, we are going! However, our souls cry inside as they die. It is a sin to have a soul, we are taught, because the soul is what makes us different. And the differences between society causes chaos. We living for the people, by the people, the people.
The Proxy Search

We burned answer the question: "Who am I?" But in response we only learn what is burning. Not anymore, no more. We are nothing. We are reflections of the universal, as Thoreau. We are part and parcel of the whole as Emerson. On pass through, the stars lose their shine, and food becomes soft, so we are without our people? We are nothing. Anger builds up, and return to the religion. We are taught to live for God is holy, however, to die for God is like the divinity of Christ. So Johnny got a Bible in one hand and a pistol in the other. It is to war fight for God, to fight for religion. And we were taught to assemble, that our God be pleased with us. And they taught us that our God may be the only God worthy of worship, and any other worshipers of other gods were sinners against humanity. It was then that we realized all of humanity was not to be satisfied. Only some of humanity was part pleasure, "who share our views and values of God, and the rest should be killed. So we went to war with Johnny, and killed thousands. Killing in the name of the Lord, and we laugh about our childhood memories of scratching with nails horizons because it was at this point that we realized that even a bullet could not travel that far. We learned that the bullets were only made to kill. And to kill in the name of our Lord is holy. They were laughable days of our childhood when we feel different when we are unique. The reality is that there are those who are with us, and some people are not. And those who are not with us, even if they are not against us, either, will be lifted. With each death, they become more powerful. Looks like the world smiles at us for the good we have done! We felt like we had accomplished much, but why is it that we can not sleep at night?

We became a doctor, we become what our parents wanted us to be. We have established a name, we have established the society respect and we must now accept happily. We have all the riches of world, we've killed in the name of God, we have become more powerful than the mightiest kings of Rome, we have the staff, and we have partners. We would like to call these friends of the partners, but there is an air about sycophants who instills confidence in our bones. But this feeling is effervescent, and hardly noticeable because we have s had a friend in many years that we have forgotten what friendship really is. What we have here are the titles. We're doctors, we are lawyers, we are the pharmaceutical We are teachers, we are engineers. Without these qualifications, we are nothing. Humanity has given us these titles, and we are happy to embrace humanity. We have given our hearts that the spirit of humanity can smile upon us forever. Like Julius Caesar, who pledged his heart to Rome, is not that great to do the same with the world? But why is it that in the quietest of times we feel regret, remorse and pain? They have told us to feel those things is a sign of God, pain is a sign of healing. And we are sinners, we must be punished for our crimes. But what was our crime? We killed in the name of our Lord, we become what our parents wanted us to be, we have accumulated great wealth, and our state is high and mighty. However, still feel like criminals. Perhaps we have not killed enough. Must therefore be the title of the Crusaders morning? Should be a march were encouraged to rest the world, which has caused the evil to believe in one God? Is God mad at us for not fulfilling the great promise we made to our religion that everyone against him will be hidden? We ask this society, and smiles at us. It's the same affectionate smile that we receive when we become doctors, is the same smile that we have received to left with Johnny and killed in the name of God is the same smile that we receive when we kill our souls and our hearts put in the hands of humanity. And we give back for a second to feel for a dark corner to crawl on, because for the first time in our lives we feel as if the darkness could be more reliable than smiles of humanity. The vision flashes before our eyes, and suddenly we remember what it means to dream. We fall to your knees and cry tears of remorse full thousand our being. And then, as the birth of a star, something explodes in our chest and finally feel our hearts beating again. It feels like we're back home, and finally there is a sense of peace in the dark abyss. We raise our heads to the sky, and we ask finally, alienated question: "Who am I?"

Ascension

Somewhere in the depths of darkness, have a dream that our bodies are asleep. It is a strange sensation of dreaming again after not have dreamed for many years. It is clear that the dream was done so that humans can learn to listen to the beats their hearts and the messages that the afterlife has to offer us, because we are too ignorant of our waking hours to notice the beauty that surrounds us. In our dreams, Rainer Maria Rilke preaches:

I wish I beg you, sir, so I can, to have patience with everything resolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms or books written in a strange language. Do not look for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because they would be able of living. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, that gradually, without noticing it, live your way into the answer.

To wake up with such clarity is very strange because we are not used to that feeling. However, realize that there is an answer to the question. We do not know what that answer is, but there is hope. Our journey takes us to the men who gave their souls to humanity, and we learn that Hitler killed Jews to receive the favor of Germany, we learned that Hussein was killed in the name of God, learn the snakes of Enron wanted so much to be loved and accepted that they stole from the house to which they belonged too. And then we hear of men like Gandhi, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, men who also pursued power. However, understandably, what sets them apart from the rest is that it gave power to the people, not power over others, but the power to live a life free of the expectations of others. The pursuit of power over others we had become evil. The search for acceptance and approval us do bad things, and always blame God. No, we are to blame. When King and Gandhi preached civil disobedience, do not do to have control or power over others, nor did it for acceptance. They marched to the beat of his own drum, as Thoreau would say. Them led humanity in the heart refused. They joined the town for a few seconds so that they would realize that every person that mattered in every way. He read a letter written by Martin Luther King from a Birmingham Jail, and is compared to Mein Kampf. We realize that Hitler seeks power because he felt rejected by the world, the institutions of art, doctors, and their own sexuality. King pursues the power that can be returned to the people. Long live the King. We read the Iliad and Achilles saw the fight for a woman away from him. In his search, he killed many people in the name of justice. So much blood had fallen, and Achilles was blinded by his own quest for power. We look at the words of Sir Thomas More in Utopia, and we see a perfect world, and even this does not resonate with us. It seems the fire of humanity to grow, learn, accept the challenge, is dead because everyone has been assigned a role. In such a society, people live for the people, by the people, the people. We live in such a way once, and did not give us a sense of accomplishment. And more divine documents, we read again and again the following words: Know yourself. Oh, how can we know if the answer is revealed every time you ask? Maybe one day we will find the answer, perhaps when we are ready. Somewhere off in the distance, rain drops slowly down the black asphalt, and there is serenity. A quiet peace filled our bones as we get closer to her, and falls heavier rain. All our lives, we've only seen the caterpillars, but tonight is different because the streets are dark and empty. And somewhere off in the distance, is a butterfly.

One answer there, then! We drove quickly to the butterfly, and communications to us. Our struggle is noted, however, does not move. We traveled hard and long until the legs begin to ache. They pass the hours until we are able to talk face-to-face butterfly. We ask, "Oh butterfly, how did you become? How to break and become so different from everyone else? Do you know the answer to what I am ?!!!!!!!!" To this end, the butterfly said, "A the first question, I came to be after sprouting from my cocoon. To the second question, I had to be different because they dared to live as anyone else. Only those who dare to live according to your own heartbeat can become butterflies. The final question is forbidden territory for me, and should never reveal to you who you are, because what you just be my perception of what you could become. And what could become unlimited. Goodbye. "We try to talk to this butterfly, but it flies so fast that there is nothing we can do. We are reminded of the Bible:

Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and the caller will be opened. [Matt 7:7-8].

We have sought for so long, and so far, no response. We do not want to follow a power that corrupts us absolutely. We prefer to keep the power to know ourselves so that we can live a life of peace and clarity.

Hibernation

Finally, give up our search and sit down so we can start thinking. Our skins are beginning burst, forming a cocoon around us. In this cocoon, magnify our thoughts, and receive revelations. We feel our skin, and we realize how beautiful we are. We realize how good it feels to be different, unique, to have our own ideas, thoughts and desires. Like Neo, we begin to lose our faith in the destiny, fate or chance, we do not like a God play dice, and do not like the idea that we are not in control of our lives. Society has taught us that was a sin to be different. We believe it is a sin to be the same. Now, we leave the world behind. We are not tracked. There was a moment that a dream would take of our souls, and we imagine that is Icarus falling from the sky. We want to scratch the sky so that the answers may rain on us. Within this cocoon, which are separated the rest of the world, and the answer feels closer than ever. And then, like the flash of an explosion, the revelations rain inside our hearts. A voice cries out that the Oracle of Delphi was wrong when we preached to "Know thyself." A voice cries out that the greatest sin in the universe is to ask the world question we have asked from the beginning: Who am I? It is a sin greater than the question of what is killing a million people. To ask such a question is a sin against humanity, a sin against the self, a sin against God. The voice called: "To ask" Who am I "is to give up all power of one may be. The second we ask this question, giving the world the power to decide what we are. We give our parents, our teachers, our friends around the power to decide what we are. There certain inalienable rights each person has. These are rights that not even God himself may transfer. The largest of these rights is the right to be exactly what you want to be. The Delphic oracle is wrong. The power is in "knowing thyself." The truth is that the sacred words were "finding yourself."

To know yourself is to put your identity in the hands of the universe. Everyone is born a tabula rasa, and the signs of society's values and views on us. If you do not proclaim the power to declare what we are, society will do it for us. The question, then, is not "Who am I?" But, "Who I declare myself to be? "This is the biggest problem of all, not even God can decide for us." The voice is our own being. We shouted out the biggest epiphany of all and in this cocoon we create ourselves. Let us state what we are going to declare we want to be. We will declare a rationale, we will declare an end, we will declare a mission. We will declare the color of our wings, the way to go, our roles in life, our occupations, our romances, and everything that can be declared. We have learned that the titles and names can be removed, but what we declare to be our right is forever. And we declare can never be removed by the people, for the people, or people. At the outbreak of our cocoons, we can be reborn a new name, a new person, a God of our fabric of reality.

Metamorphosis

We now have wings and fly between a world of caterpillars. However, there is hope yet no love. We have enemies now, and have few friends. But that does not matter to us because we are comforted by Einstein. He tells us, "Great spirits have found always violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to submit blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly. "It's good to be different, it's good to be unique, it is good to have an identity, have a purpose. We are now butterflies, and answers to any questions you ever wanted to know the answers to all within us. Now we ask that you go declaring yourself, because if do not, do it for humanity you. And you will live a life of pleasing others. You will live a life full of heart that exists in people's hands. And your happiness depend on the acceptance of others. One day, this can cause you to burn to others for not following their religion, which would cause harm to others, as did Hitler, which could lead you do the most cruel of all, because the insecurity within him is unbearable. Declare Yourself, and get free. And never, ever, ask the world, "Who I am? "Because no one has the right to respond to that, but you. The more corruption in the universe comes from not knowing yourself, and then trying to meet in smiles of humanity as a result. Somewhere in the distance someone is stating his identity under a rock, under a grain of salt, in a sand dune in inside a humid swamp where the light is trapped, but escapes ever. Somewhere far away there is a guy who has declared his mission in life, and see through of what was accomplished. A girl no longer scratches the horizon with the nail, it now expects to break inside of a spaceship designed by his own hands. We are no longer Icarus fall.

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Final note: The style of writing of this essay was inspired by the book Anthem by Ayn Rand, not terms of how it is written, but in reference to the word "we" constantly in use. I hope you enjoyed this work.

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How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.— Henry David Thoreau