to be something

We all like to belong. We long to be apart of things – to be apart of the club. We like to consider ourselves apart of something, something larger than our own self – so we can connect with others. Or maybe it’s just to connect with ourselves. We desire to be something.

“I’m a Communications Major”

“I’m a HUGE Phillies fan”

“Guess what? I PASSED! I got my drivers license!!”

“Oh, I’m a teacher – I’m a 7th grade English teacher”

“I’m Italian”

“As of a this past March, I’m a grandfather!”

“Tall White Mocha Frappucino w/Soy Milk & Whip Cream”

“I’m a democrat”

“I am a chocolate ADDICT”

“I turn 21 in a week”

“I’m pregnant”

We make choices in life to become things. Obviously some are a bigger deal than others. Being a Starbucks addict and having a career are two different ball games. But both required action. We study to receive a diploma to become something. We buy t-shirts and tickets and watch games on TV to become something. We take tests to become something. We take precautions to make sure we don’t become a certain something.

Some of these titles we can’t choose. I can’t help or change the fact that I’m someone’s daughter and someone’s sister. I automatically inherited being apart of those two groups. But what about the ones I chose for myself?

College drop out.

Girlfriend.

Receptionist.

What happens when you wish you could associate with a certain group – that you could call yourself “one of those”? What happens when you want to be something? But you have no idea what that something is?

Is it just a desire to feel like you belong?

A desire to feel some sort of accomplishment?

Or is it truly a desire to be something? Something that makes you tick, that makes you feel alive, that brings you joy, that gives you purpose.

What happens when you want to be something and it’s impossible?

Should you not want it anymore?

Are you missing something greater because you’re blinded by the thing you can’t have?

 

 

Do you ever think, “I just want to be something”?