Identity and the Artist

 A Few thoughts on Identity. (as articulated by Ricouer)

By: J.Stephen.H
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Identity is not a thing we possess, it’s a process we continually become.

Like a flame, a person is recognizable, but never finished. Every moment adds fuel, removes fuel, and changes the shape of what we call “me.” And that means identity is always in motion: not just what we believe, but how our beliefs form; not just what we want, but how desire gets trained; not just what we do, but what makes action feel “natural.”

Yet modern life interferes with that process. Media, advertising, and political pressure don’t only inform us—they pre-package us. They offer ready-made identities: who to be, what to want, what to fear, what counts as “thinking.” Social systems train attention so thoroughly that many people don’t notice their inner life has been outsourced. Growth becomes harder, not because change is impossible, but because distraction is constant and choices feel pre-selected.

Over time, this can create what I call the complacent self: the self that stops questioning. It accepts whatever is handed to it—beliefs, habits, tastes, roles—and calls that acceptance “being realistic.” It becomes predictable and easy to steer, because it isn’t practicing authorship anymore. It’s not that the complacent self is evil; it’s that it’s exhausted, overwhelmed, and sedated into comfort. Following a script is simpler than writing one.

But there is another way. The resilient self stays awake.

Not in a dramatic, perfect sense—just in a practiced one. It pays attention on purpose. It asks, “Is this truly mine, or did it arrive already labeled?” It keeps choosing what to accept and what to reject. It treats identity as something to create, not something to inherit. When pressure comes—when the world tries to freeze you into a fixed role—the resilient self responds by continuing to become.

So the central question becomes simple enough to live with: How do I keep becoming myself in a world that constantly tries to shape me?

The answer, at least in part, is an art practice disguised as ordinary life: attention, honesty, and deliberate resistance. You don’t have to shut the world out. You just have to stop letting the world write your story by default.

Identity is an art, and you are the artist.