Is it important to know who you are?

I think it obviously is, but I also think that we force ourselves to get the maximum detail of that . We get tattos, we put flags on instagram descriptions and all because we think we will be more part of it than if we hadn't done it, and that we will be the ultimate.

Also, people tend to have loads of misconceptions of us, so you have to stay true to who you are, who you want to be and it is not necessary to get to the detail, is okay if you don’t know where you belong, because at the end of the day you belong to yourself. And even though you might be a bit lost, that is not a lack of identity. Finally, I’ve realize that the ones who put their efforts in defining themselves, put labels (good or bad, I don’t care) are the ones with the biggest feeling of lack identity and identity crisis. It is cool to know who you are, but I think that is something that it is in constant change. And that’s how it is supposed to be, we should embrace it.

I leave in here one of my instagram postes, a photo of me turned into a video, in a moment of my life in which I was starting to learn how to accept a new me. You can hear a inspiring poem by Sonia Moll, "Tota jo" and the voice of Sílvia Bel. I'll leave its original version and a translation to English made by me, so you can all understand and feel it as I do.

Tota jo

em veig tota en els teus ulls.

Tota jo. El meu somriure d’avui, lleganyós, agraït,

de son recuperada després de tantes nits dormint massa poc.

La meva emoció sobtada quan recordo el somni

que acabo de deixar entre els llençols i tu m’aculls i m’escoltes.

Tota jo. La tristesa de la mare, el neguit quan no em surten les paraules

i dubto de tot i no puc escriure.

La manera massa brusca que tinc de vegades de posar límits.

Em veig tota en els teus ulls. Tota jo. La meva alegria de dins,

les ganes de ballar quan escolto la cançó que parla de bicicletes

i penso l’illa i els camins que encara em queden per recórrer.

Els ulls que em brillen quan estic amb persones que estimo tal com són

i que sento que m’acullen i m’arrisco i m’esplaio i parlo d’aquella manera tan meva, tan de dins. Em veig tota en els teu ulls.

Sense filtres, sense barreres. Tota jo.

All me

I see all of myself in your eyes.

All me. My smile of today, kind, grateful,

of sleep recovered after so many nights sleeping too little.

My sudden emotion when I remember the dream

that I just left between the sheets and you embrace me and listen to me.

All me. My mother's sadness, my anxiety when my words don't come out

and I doubt of everything and I can’t write.

The overly abrupt way I sometimes have to set boundaries.

I see everything in your eyes. All me. My joy inside,

the urge to dance when I hear that song that talks about bicycles

and I think about the island and the paths I still have to walk.

My shinny eyes when I’m with people that I love as they are

and that make me feel welcomed and I take risks and I relax and I speak in a way that is so mine, from the inside. I see all me in your eyes.

Without filters, with no barriers. All me.