I have a mockingbird nesting in my chimney.
They are called that because they make/mock the sounds of many different birds. It's like they don't know what kind of bird they are.
It reminds me of the movie "Runaway Bride" where Julia Robert's character doesn't know who she is, and she changes in every relationship.
I've known people that sing a different song depending on what group of people they are with. I've wondered if I'm one of them.
Adaptability is great. Getting along with people is too.
And it's true that certain people bring out certain parts of your personality.
But it makes me wonder, who is the real me? Who is the real you?
Who are we when we are all alone?
I like to hear my mockingbird sing. I like its many voices.
Maybe, like me, he's searching for who he is.
Maybe he knows who he is. Maybe he is all those songs he sings.
"Let us get our instruments tightly strung and our melodies sweetly sung. Let us not die with our music still in us." --Spencer W. Kimball
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4 comments:
I've asked myself the question of "Who am I?" many many times. I like your analogy with the mockingbird. Are you going to let the bird stay?
I'm always wondering that about myself. Sometimes I feel like I'm so ME that I bug myself, and other times I feel like I change depending on who I'm with. I think ultimately I'm still ME, I'd just like to know who that is if you took all the exterior labels and identities away.
Yes, the bird stays. It's actually been there for several years. I've even burned fires in the fireplace, but it's still there.
can I ditto Kathryn? I love to read and re read your entries mom! this one is no different!
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