by Kasper Hoe

Created on: May 05, 2010

“A poet by daylight

And an author by darkness of the night.”

I guess that might be the best way to describe a few parts of my identity. The reason why I say “a few parts” is, that I am more than that.

Well, if the identity is only defined from what a person does, the little poem above would be a good and covering answer.

But if a person’s identity is defined by the personality, the attitude and his or her feelings, I think (in my case) that I couldn’t finish this little piece of reflecting writing.

This point brings me to another thought. Because, what defines a person’s identity? What a person is doing for a living? Or what the person is like? Or is it all just a combination? I don’t know the answer of this, but I think it’s close to the answer.

I’ve been wondering about this question for a long time. But I still haven’t found the answer.

Should I try to tell about my identity, I would say, that there are more points than just the poet and the author. I am also a person with feelings, needs, dreams and hopes.

Most of time, I walk around hiding behind a mask. And behind this mask I hide all these parts of my identity, because… Well, who cares about my feelings, needs and dreams? They can’t feed those parts of my identity anyway, especially not if they don’t know them. But often, I guess people don’t care anyway.

Many dreams have passed by, but now I don’t think that much about them as long gone broken dreams, because they came true later on. Now, I am a musician and a writer, so the dreams came true.

Now, if somebody asks me, who I am, my answer will be something like:

“I’m a writer and a musician. But first of all, I’m a human being.”

Earlier I was talking about wearing a mask. I think that’s a good picture to use in the text.

Just like people wearing masks at carnivals, clowns at circus, you’re not able to see what’s hidden behind the mask.

Somehow I just think I am in the same situation. Who knows, what’s behind my mask? Who knows what’s behind yours?

Speaking about my mask, I guess, some people think they know, but I guess they don’t. Actually, I’m not really sure I know it myself.

I know most of these parts of my mind, but many times I don’t really think about my needs and all that stuff. I don’t want to disappoint myself with the thought:

“Sorry, my friend, one more day on your own with your needs and dreams.”

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