Identity. It is a strange concept that many could spend their entire lives studying and get no closer to understanding than when they began. Where does a person's identity begin? And where does it end? Scholars could argue their perspectives until the end of time, but the definition of identity had no single, finite answer. It was a cumulation of everything that made a person. And it was ever changing.
A person's identity was made up of their personality, the blood they bore, and the experiences they had. They were rivers, feeding into the ever-expanding ocean that was identity. Most thought they knew who they were. They believed wholly that they understood the concept of their own identity. But no one truly knows themselves. Or the lies they've been told. Anyone can be told they are a
