WHO ARE YOU? - by Letters From Delight ⁠♡♡

Strip away the applause, the titles, the curated smiles, the fragile veneers of validation - and who stands before the mirror? The question “Who are you?” is not one of mere identification, but of essence. Most people tremble before it, not because it is complex, but because it is unfamiliar. We often define ourselves by the adjectives life has handed us — student, daughter, lover, achiever - yet beneath the accumulation of roles lies the raw material of being. Who are you when the lights go out and the world no longer demands performance? Who remains when your name no longer commands recognition? <blockquote>"Would you still do it if applause becomes silent, and echoes becomes an elegy? What if they didn't exist? And there were no likes, no shares, no repost. No validation! Only 5 followers, and just 2 likes. The remaining 3 followed by mistake". Who am I behind these walls I didn't build?</blockquote> Last 2 weeks I wrote a list of things to do before the year runs out on my note pad - goals, dreams, and possibly habits to change. By doing this I am expressing a version of myself that i aspire to become. That list is like a mirror of my inner desires, a quiet whisper of who i believe I could be and what I could achieve. Let's assume it was you who wrote your goals. Now, whether or not you actually do, those things don’t just reflect your discipline - it reveals the layers of your identity. Because action or inaction both speak. If you do them, it shows that your sense of self is rooted in growth, in becoming, in fulfilling your own words. You’re in sync with your essence. You move with purpose because that’s who you are becoming. If you don’t - it doesn’t mean failure. It may reveal that the version of “you” who wrote that list is still searching, still shaping, still figuring out what truly matters. Maybe your priorities shifted, or maybe you realized that not every goal was really yours, some were borrowed dreams. Perhaps identity is not found in what we do, but in what remains when we do nothing. The soul stripped of its disguises reveals the truth we often flee from and that we are more spirit than status, more becoming than being. To know yourself is not to recite your biography, but to confront your substance. The untamed core that exists before ambition, beyond fear, and beneath the applause. So, who are you really?Maybe you are the echo of your unspoken dreams.Maybe you are the silence that remains after every storm.Maybe you are the story still being written - not in ink, but in existence. Because you, my dear, are not a title.You are a texture. A temperature. A truth.And until you meet yourself beneath the noise,you’ll keep mistaking your reflection for your reality. Thank you for reading. Consider leaving a tip.

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