Degrees of Separation
My story is in many ways like millions of stories. I simply want to find my place in this universe and in a small way be an active participant in the betterment of this world.
My sense of identity has always been plagued by a sense of inadequacy, “the void, the emptiness, the gap,” that I have always experienced, was not brought about by immigrating to this country. It had been laying dormant way before I was brought here, and was awaken and brought to the surface by experiencing life here in the United States.
As a boy living in Mexico, I unconsciously struggled with finding my place in Mexican society.
A tug of war between two forces; my Native Mexican Sensibility and my European Sensibility. Where does my loyalty reside? Or do I have to be loyal to any identity?
Being an immigrant does not fully define me. It is only one dimension of the multiple dimensions that inform who I am.
I am not a caricature as some may reduce me to.
Is it possible to be a PERSON without prescribing to any artificial construct?
Who determines who I am or what I am?
