From a recent comment by Yaakov Astor:
A wise man once told me identity is like being a jet on an aircraft carrier. You need the aircraft carrier to get you to a launching point but then need to be able to take off yourself. Too many get on the aircraft carrier and never take off (never realize they are jets with the ability to take off). They remain limited/grounded. Others never get on the aircraft carrier to begin with and are left stranded, never getting to complete their mission.
Of course, for some people their true identity and the purpose they are here is to service the aircraft carrier; they were never meant to be jets or helicopters that take off; and theyâ€™re happy to be part of the ground crew, as it were. Thatâ€™s fine. If thatâ€™s what one is. And one realizes it.
The quesiton is: what if that is not what one is? Or what if one doesnâ€™t know what one is? Or what if life has tossed one about, broken oneâ€™s moorings and turned one into a refugee from their identity?
I donâ€™t think there are easy answers. Youâ€™ve got to be real, but you may have to concede and conform a bit in order to realize a perhaps higher form of self.