Feeling the feels and telling it as it is

This is me. Purely and completely. Raw and unedited. Beautiful and perfect, because inperfection is also perfect. My thoughts are my own, I do not wish to convert you to anything. If you think what I have to say is rubbish, you are free to leave the site. If it moves you in any way, feel free to stay.

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This is me. Purely and completely. Raw and unedited. Beautiful and perfect, because inperfection is also perfect. My thoughts are my own, I do not wish to convert you to anything. If you think what I have to say is rubbish, you are free to leave the site. If it moves you in any way, feel free to stay.

What is your name?

No, really. What is your name? Say it out loud and watch what happens. Say it again and now really listen to your inner response. Is that your name? Is it really your name? Is your entire being vibrating along to the sound of your name, or is there a tiny voice deep inside of you that says “Liar!”?

Now say your name again and pay attention to that tiny voice.

What would you rather be called? Is there a different name that is more attuned to the sound of who you are? Would you rather be called by a song? Or by an image? Do you even have a name? Do you really need one?

Why do you need a name? What does it do except distinguish you from others on a practical level?

Maybe you could have one name for work, one name for your hobbies, one name for your parents and one name for the one you share your life with? In a sense we already have all those names. Think about it, think about all the names you are being, and have been, called. None of them are really you, are they?

How about having one name this year and then change it to something completely different next year! Does it really matter? After all, your name is just for your outside self. Your inside self doesn’t really need one. Your inside self knows that names are of no consequence, that they are purely a social construct. Your inside self is so much more than a name, and your inside self is the real you, is it not?

So who are you when you are not your name, or your job or your social circumstance? Who are you?

Gunhild Alsvik