An Overabundance of Thoughts

I've been thinking about definitions tonight. How hard we try to put them on ourselves in order to prove who and what we are. And it occurred to me, that we are so much more than what we think. So much more than an ethnicity, a race, a gender, an occupation. So much more, but never seeing ourselves outside of our own definitions.

And I wonder what it is we're missing. Maybe all these definitions are just a way for us to hide behind ourselves. And instead of a way to prove the things that are unique about us, we're simply advertising what about us, is just like the rest of the world.

If that's the case, I wonder if any of us truly know what originality is.