As I grow older, I increasingly recognize the shapeshifter within me, a trait that I believe is not unique to me but rather a shared aspect of the human experience.
Probably (it is my theory, but I am not 100% sure of it), most of the people are shapeshifters. Still, today (I wrote this text on the 7th of October, 2024), I will focus on myself. Who am I? Am I who others think I am? Who am I, in essence? Am I an accountant working in a corporation? Am I an artist devoting most of my spare time to street photography, writing, and managing my blog? Or, maybe I am an influencer who encourages and inspires others to do intermittent dry fasting (I do not eat and drink until 7 p.m.), take cold showers, walk wearing summer clothes in freezing temperatures, or ruck (I walk with a rucksack filled with additional 12 kg [26 lbs] of barbell plates.
I think I am all the people written above.
Still, depending on the situation, I put a mask on myself to adjust to the situation. When I must act like a professional in the office, I behave like that.
On the other hand, when I go outside in summer clothes in freezing temperatures and take pictures of garbage lying on the ground, I do not have to be like a professional financier. I can be simply myself.
Does this mean that while in the office, I am not myself? Yes and no. Yes, because I must adjust to the strict rules in the office. No, because these rules are normal for me. Thus, there is nothing suspicious in my office behavior. I would say that I am also myself in the office. By writing myself, who precisely do I mean? I do not know. I think I could write similar things indefinitely, but I would still not be able to tell who I am. Besides that, I am a shapeshifter.
