Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Only a picture or her true identity



A policeman stops a car for a routine. The officer, confident, moves rapidly towards the car, hands on hips, parading with bravado, as if he was totally in control of the situation.

It scans through the driver's window when suddenly the man in the car pulls a gun and fires several shots. The officer fell to the ground, screaming, yelling frantically, "I was touched! I was touched! Call an ambulance! I was touched! "

When the paramedics arrive, they discover that the officer was not even injured. All the shots missed their target. The only damage observed was that tough cop has wet his pants.

This illustration serves to show how identity. In a flash, the officer disappears completely sure of himself to be reduced to a helpless baby. The courage of the officer's identity was not real, tough behind his mask, which shattered before the occurrence of unexpected danger, hiding someone fragile.

As for the policeman, illusions of what we think - or what we say is - go up in smoke. Our true identity is obscured and ignored to make way for a forged image that we want to reflect on those around us.

Our self-image

To set this image, we draw around us all the things that we like for us to create an ideal. We seek to make visible in the world, so the perception of others towards us affects our self-image.

We can try to define ourselves by how we want to be seen - by others or by ourselves - but it is an incomplete vision of what our true identity. Often, the qualities we find attractive reveal qualities that we lack.

The image we project is really important for us because we all want to belong to something imbued with meaning, desirable and important. The image forged with precision as we show is supposed to prove our worth.

Since this image is strongly influenced by the world around us, it is important to specify the most important influences on this image. These influences shape our beliefs and our values that we espouse the values reflect what is in our hearts.

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