identities

Identity is. What we feel it to be.
And that changes.
And changes can bring resistance
Resistance is let go
I remember identities I've held. These stories
The boy who could run very fast. Faster than all others.
The boy who was very good at math. Better than all others.
The boy who got the good grades. Better than all others.
The boy who was younger than all others.
The boy who was admired by his intelligence.
The boy who was different from all others.
The superlative boy.
The different boy.
The boy who didn't know vulgar words.
The good boy.
The boy with few friends.
The new boy in school.
The boy with few friends.
The shy boy
The boy no girl liked.
The gullible boy
The mistrusting boy
The lonely boy
The math champion
The intelligent programmer
The sleepless achiever
The scholarship boy
The frugal buyer
The long-way walker
The Ph.D. candidate
The backpacker
The clueless achiever
The rejected suitor
The adventurer
The joke of irony
The failure
The pity boyfriend
The rapid recoverer
The honest polygam
The tech impostor
The leaf in the wind
The Google employee
The electronic music lover
The dancer
The singer
The friend
The appealing man
The sexual supply
The sexual demand
The prosperous man
The questioning man
As time flows, these identities rise and ebb. Upon falling, their release is met with resistance, an urge to ask "if this leaves, what will take its place?" Like unsatisfied air pressure.
Only we maintain that pressure. Fear of losing oneself. When softened, the resistance to change softens also. Then when the fall comes, we can feel trust as we release it. Perhaps knowing that though these stories are part of us, they are to us like leaves to a tree. Born, grow, thrive, fall. None of them
Make us
Or break us
The Us that makes them is not undone.
It is.