Why We Struggle With Identity?

Who are you? Where are you from? Whom do you identify with? Is this person with you? Is he one of you? Do you represent that crowd? Will you defend them? Why should they protect you? Where do you belong to?

It doesn't take time to realize that we as a generation struggle to find an identity. Or rather come to terms with it. You can be somebody who is an asshole or somebody who is at the receiving end from an asshole, you struggle today. The fact that we take time to answer these questions should make us spiral into a rabbit hole of existentialism. But, we are not. We are here. Scrolling through memes, waiting for that sip of the beer, longing for a text from somebody, or wandering around to find a shelter. Maybe that's who we are - Clueless.

Are you a liberal? A liberal who thinks he is accommodating of everyone's views except the ones that actually have an impact on people's lives? A liberal who forces himself to become the voice of several others who otherwise would have had their own voice? A liberal who constantly budges to the bigotry of a certain kind and fights the others? Or a liberal who constantly keeps questioning himself?

Are you a patriot? A patriot who believes in one true country irrespective of its flaws that should shame you more than it should make you proud? A patriot who thrives on superiority complex while turning a blind eye to the underprivileged? A patriot who gets a high seeing a flag and singing a national anthem but can't hold contact with those eyes that have faced years of oppression?

Are you your religion? A religion that follows the rule book of a time when the language you speak today didn't even exist? A religion that gives you the answer on a plate and takes away the possibility of randomness where you could seek your answers? A religion that requires fear to comply with the emotions of others and not basic common sense?

Are you the urban idiot? Are you the one who talks about the entire country sitting at the comfort of Starbucks to your throat and a jet spray to your ass? Are you the one concentrating the wealth at a 2000 square foot house while there are at least 20 bodies starving to death in the same area? Are you the one who is proud of your city for sucking the various cultures into one and thereby eradicating them into thin air?

Are you your gender? A gender that is on the verge of experiencing vertigo for its high moral ground? A gender that is struggling to find acceptance? A gender that has a history of trauma and a future without hope?

Are you a nobody? A nobody that refuses to rise above the ego of the comfort and take stock of the situation under your legs? A nobody that is more concerned about the roof above the head and not the debris under your ass? A nobody who believes that everybody is a nobody and that is the identity of the world?

Or are you a fragment of each one of these?