Things were sooooo much easier before I knew identity was a crisis: so much easier when I was a child and the word identity was something I had to look up in the dictionary; so much easier when I was a young adult and knew everything there was to know; so much easier when I was in mid-life and knew everything I needed to know.
I’d better find my identity before it becomes a full-blown crisis.
Maybe life is about stumbling, figuring things out . . . redoing, undoing and redoing again. Maybe who we are is meant to be the ultimate mystery and our curiosity is simply to keep us from stagnating while experiencing life, one crisis at time. Maybe?
My last attempt to figure me out: Who am I anyway? Identity Crisis Coming to a Computer Near You.