Anyone who’s ever done an ounce of soul-searching has probably wondered what it would be like to live as their true self. But who’s this magical being we all have inside of us? Is it the person we’ve been raised to be?
Are we searching for an authentic self that hasn’t been compromised by society’s rigid roles cut out for us based on gender, age, country of origin, religion, race, or social status?
Is finding one’s self a process of creating ourselves, as George Bernard Shaw said? Or can we get to our self by eliminating all the ways we’ve been compromised by socialization?
