What makes a person, a person?
Is it all the memories they've made?
Of every state they've been in, every version
They've ever laid.
What makes a person think of one
In a certain way?
Is it all the actions they've done,
Until the day we call today?
What defines a human being?
What makes us call them what they're called?
Is it all the places they've been seeing
And all the souls they've left enthralled?
Every moment they've shared,
Whether up upon their sorrow,
Every heart they've repaired,
And all the pieces left for tomorrow.
A person's name
Isn't just to identify,
It's their hall of fame,
And every voice they amplify.
A person's name
Holds all their miracles,
The story to what they became,
All expressed in a few syllables.
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~c.y (Pseudonym) (
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Its very good
Thanks
Simplicity is letters expressed. Well written
Thank you
You are most welcome
I think the idea of consciousness, or the ability to think about things actively to make decisions, makes a person a person.
we can certainly be defined by a name. or a label (labelling theory is quite fascinating!). this can sometimes feel too limiting. or feel not fitting enough.
so the question is tricky, and its one many have been trying to explain away for centuries. thus I pose a question in return, does this act of inquiry make us human?
That’s a really thoughtful comment! it made me think about what actually makes us human. maybe it’s just the fact that we question things and try to understand them.
What's in a name? It could be deeper revelation...but what makes us who we are? That's about our actions.
True, names are just identifiers, but actions are what really define who someone is. Thank you for your comment!
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