If you know the reference, then you can probably picture the scene in Fight Club. If you don’t, then I won’t spoil it for you. But here’s the painfully simple gist: the main character has not known who he is and is learning that.
This is a sentence that I hear myself whisper to my friends when they aren’t listening. This is a very strange time in my life. Even friends that I have had for six or seven years – my life has been such a journey.
At twenty-two years old, I learn new things about myself more than ever. As my friends gain boldness in their conversations, it gives me the blessing of knowing truth.
There’s a person, under my mummy wraps, inside of me. It’s me. But like Fight Club, it’s also not (WATCH THAT MOVIE!). She breathes and moves and speaks… she’s sold out for God. I really like her. We get along sometimes. She’s me. She’s the me that God created. But I bury her in my sin. I tie wraps around myself and allow these wraps to become my identity. If I see myself as simply a hollow version of who I am supposed to be, then I will live that way.