Sometimes, I wonder if a person can be essentially addicted to their insecurities, and all the promises that come with it. Maybe it carries a comfort for them, a regular familiarity, or some lazy backdrop. I can relate. Don't get it wrong, it's not a depressed state, neither an inferiority complex (for me at least). It's just...a state of being, come about through developmental experiences and some subtle behaviors manifested in a variety of situations. My quietly pronounced personality can be psycho-analyzed to a needle, pinpointing to where exactly my life went wrong or right, and how I've become molded into the person I am now. But, the reality is that we don't know anything else than what we are, and we adapt to it somehow. There's no sound proof that we can see and hear that says I'm who I am because of this and that. With anyone, there's obvious reason to why we do certain things, and some shared underlying motives that drive us to behave. However, a person can't look at another individual and say, "You are what you experience," without knowing them first.
Can we really attribute our identity to what we've lived, through our senses?
Well...I think there's a duality to everything. Like a double-sided tape, we gather two sides of evidence in our lives-something that maybe we won't be able to explain until we see God. I wish there was a simpler way to contain it, but the reality is that there is the spirit's nature as well as the sinful nature that tugs at our hearts. Both will always be there, and always pulling at the brain to make certain decisions. It's complex, but so...complete that it's possible to feel locked up and released at the same time.
We are body AND spirit, through the soul and the mind.
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