People have been asking me for
several years now, “What do you want to be?” This seems to be a general
question for adults to ask teenagers, as I have been asked this question tens
if not a hundred times. If I know what I want to do with my life at that juncture,
I respond,” Oh! I want to be a ...” and fill in the blank. Usually that
aspiration disappears once I find a more lucrative or exciting thing to be. But
this essay or narrative or story isn’t directly about me. It is to an extent.
Mostly, it’s about something I have learned. It is about being you. Not me
being you. It is about you being you and me being me. This might seem a little
confusing so far, but stick with me.
First, we must have a brief history
lesson. America was founded by people who desired to have a better life. They
wanted to be something else. The Pilgrims which came and settled this place
disliked persecution and they wanted to be free to worship. Later, as the
country grew and people settled out in the Wild West where Louis L’amour roamed
free. They settled in the West because it offered more options than their old
life did. They may have been vagabonds or clerks with no real options in life. In
the 1848, people started hearing about gold in California. This started the famed
California Gold rush. Why did people rush to California? Because they thought
they could have a better life. They wanted to be rich. They wanted to be happy.
Right now is probably where I would
stop reading if I was you. I’d be hopelessly confused, a little smarter, but
still mostly confused. Hang in there. You’re about to get just a little more
bewildered and then I’ll tie it all together.
When I was about twelve, I wanted to
be a quarterback. I was certain that I would be the next Tom Brady. I would
have a Superbowl ring for each of my fingers and toes, the number eleven on my
jersey and I would throw beautiful rainbow passes to my receivers.
Unfortunately, this dream was squashed when I found out that our Pastor did not
allow us to participate in sports. I was crushed. I weeped in my room for at
least half an hour and then I dried my tears and picked up a basketball.
My dream was
not unlike millions of other children. The notoriety of a movie star or an athlete
is desired by many but achieved by a few. But unfortunately that life style
rarely lives up to the standards expected by those few. The Pilgrims, the people
of the Wild West and those which partook of the California Gold Rush, had many “rock
star” expectations. They presumed that life would be easier. And in some
aspects it was. For example, the Pilgrims were free to live life like they
desired. But they also had to learn to deal with Indians, to learn to farm and
deal with diseases. Over half of them died in their first year in America.
So what am I
saying? Not to dream? Of course not. As a matter of fact, if you were to take a
look at my life plan, you would call me insane. I am the very definition of a
dreamer. But, it is dangerous to place your life into that dream. One example I
could give is the “American Dream”. The American Dream gives us the illusion
that life is better when we get better grades, get a better job, and get a
better house and so on. And while all those things certainly sound appealing,
it isn’t true. You’ll always want a bigger house, a better grade, a higher
paying job. You’ll never be satisfied. But why won’t I be satisfied? Easily
enough asked, not easily enough answered. But allow me to attempt to explain.
When someone
places their entire life into something, it is with that thing they find their
identity. The American Dream is something which encourages us to work and have
goals in life. This is a good thing. However, when we pour our entire life into
work and attempt to find happiness in these things we will indubitably fail. And
here is the fatal flaw of the American dream. Because it encourages us to work
harder and have goals in life, it means we will always attempt to work harder
and always try to have higher goals. And once we reach certain goals, we cannot
be happy with those goals, because the bar is then raised again. You may get a
doctorate in theoretical physics, but if you cannot find out what dark matter
is you might consider yourself an academic failure. Or your dream could be to
become a culinary chef, but if you cannot please a certain food critic, your
accomplishment has turned into a failure.
Is it then
impossible to be pleased in life? Is the feeling of accomplishment so fleeting and
the troubles which come with it so disdainful, that it would have been better
to remain at your initial level? Perhaps, but perhaps not. You see, that is
what occurs when we pour our entire identity into achievement. We cannot become
satisfied. So what do we do then? We be who we actually are. We no longer seek
to become a physicist or a culinary chef or a NFL quarterback. We seek to be
who we are. Is that confusing? Let me attempt to clarify. You are not your
profession. You are you. You are not your goals. You are you. Can you have
goals? Of course. Can you have a job? Obviously. But the job is merely
something you do. It is not your identity.
I discovered
this just a couple of days ago. And from that point on I decided, I will no
longer that question of what I want to be with a job. I will answer it with a, “Me.”
My job is not my identity. Books are not my identity. Writing this blog is not
my identity. I am my own identity. I am my own person. I will no longer look to
outward things to my identity, for it is clear to me who I am. I am me. And
while I may have many quirks and problems and things which irritate other, that
doesn’t change who I am. It simply mean that God has a lot to work on. I have
chosen to be myself. What will you choose?