Identifying Myself
Who am I? One of those perennial questions that have plagued humankind since time immemorial; spawning countless tomes, chants, religions, credos, cults, grams and hashtags as our species strives to come to grips with this quintessential dilemma. It is the best kind of question really; brief and elegant, but with layers upon layers of complexity lurking beneath the surface, like the gigantic mass of an iceberg hidden beneath the frothy waves. A question that has been increasingly playing in my mind over the past few months amidst a heady milieu of personal and professional exigencies. Maybe becoming a parent has made me more conscious of where life is heading and where I actually want it to head. Or maybe it is just the cacophony of the world around us these days, where we seem to be lurching from one economic / geopolitical / ecological crisis to another in a never ending conga line of alarm and absurdity. Or could be that I am just getting old and need to gripe about something. ...