It never stops happening.
When you’re born the first time, you don’t know much (or maybe you do?). You’re just a really small thing, newly emerged into a new space, frightened by everything that moves and changes on this planet. Then a little more time passes, and you’re starting to figure it out. Now you have a sense of where you are, who you are, and who the people around you are. You’re getting a feel of it. The way you interact with your environment is solidifying; changing. You’re not the same person you were as an infant.
Then a bit more time passes, and you start really developing who you are and really getting into yourself. You think you know what you want, what you want to be, what you want to have, and where you fall in these imaginary categories of life.
Now, you’re older, and everything suddenly goes back to how it was. You have no idea who you are or why you’re here or what you’re doing. You feel confused and a little alone and maybe even useless. Sometimes, you even want to go back to the beginning. Start over.
This is rebirth.
It never stops. As our consciousness develops we’re constantly having to change ourselves, to redecorate our bedrooms and cut our hair and delete all the contacts in our phones and give ourselves a new slate. New relationships, new wardrobe, new music taste. The only constant in our lives is change, and sometimes we don’t even notice it. It’s 2016; who were you five years ago? What did you like, what were your interests, what kind of person were you? Would the ‘you’ from then and now even get along?
It’s a phenomenon, really, the way we change. We go through these cycles of influence by our new surroundings so often that it makes you wonder who you really are. Besides, you know, the clothes I wear and the people I hang out with and the career choice I’ve decided on, what’s left? Our so-called identities are so fluid that you have to ask yourself if these are in fact our identities at all, if these worldly ideas and concepts are what make us who we are. Clearly, the answer is no, because they never stay still for more than two years. So, if that’s not it, then who am I?
Jaded’s fourth issue (and first issue on our website!) is an attempt to answer this question. We travel through the dimensions of self-discovery to bring about a collection of writing, art, and photography that convey our recurring yearning for a stable sense of self. We hope when this issue is complete, you have a new perspective on who you are or at least what makes you ‘you’. We hope this issue shows you the endless styles, interests, categories and classifications that make us individuals, and the nameless, mystical being-ness that makes us all the same.
I’ll leave you with a definition of Rebirth from our contributor Armelle.
“The movement of spiritual bodies into a new form. It's the cleansing of the soul, body & mind, creating a sense of nirvana and inner peace ☮. An intellectual movement of sound, art, science and knowledge.”