Are We Losing Our Identity

Change can be intimidating, and though humans evolve, we can see ourselves in the past and the future. People enjoy being different. Everyone believes they stand out from their peers, but we can find ourselves in our pasts, and more broadly, in the history of humanity. This urge to understand and explore one’s soul is what led to humans standing on the moon, sailing across oceans, and writing thousands of years worth of life down. The confused, write to comprehend; the unable, attentively watch. Through one’s weaknesses, new doors are opened, and we are willing to explore.
Distancing myself from the poem, I think about those who lost their identities during both World War I and World War II. Some of the soldiers were younger than I am now; their whole lives changed, and though it may have been their decision, after the war they surely did not recognize themselves. Hitler stole artwork from the countries he invaded – took away part of the people’s identity. The strain of heartache, and wars, and suffering forces one to change. The search for "before" will never end.
Furthermore, the Library of Alexandria held thousands of years worth of knowledge which was lost when the building burned down. If this change, though vastly
Humans tend to think only in human conjured ideas, such as time. Time, while necessary for humans to process events, can be distorted. Personally, I have a hard time chronologically placing occurrences from the past. Outside, in the metaphysical world, your personality, your soul would still exist. By transcending from physical matter, the author connects one's past, present, and future selves together. My favorite part is the last two lines. A misplaced object has not disappeared; the location is just simply unknown. These lines end the poem with the undertone of hopefulness by reassuring the reader that though you may not know who your true self is, it still