Don’t be yourself. When Oscar Wilde said that everyone else was taken, he was kidding. And if you think that everyone else is taken, you just have poor imagination.
After all you’ve been “yourself”, whatever that means, all your life. And what is “yourself” anyway? – a mere collection of your incohesive ideas about you. Like what kind of a person you are or are not, and why you do or don’t do, and how you should or should not. (By the way, those might have nothing to do with reality and not even serve you.) In other words, your “yourself” is a limiting construct of a feverish mind. Or simply a box. Hello and welcome to “yourself.”
What’s on the other side is freedom to be. Though venturing off old familiar “yourself” could be dangerous. You might fail. Or get confused. In Hamingway’s story “Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber”, the main character for once stepped out of “himself and got shot. God gracious. There was also an incident of a man who insisted he was Albert Einstein and that didn’t end well either.
So does it make sense to hang on to “yourself”? Definitely not, especially when your “yourself” gets dull, moody, bored, scared and nasty. In spite of all obvious dangers, I invite you not to be “yourself.” After all Francis Macomber’s happy life, though short, was the only time he truly lived.
And I want to leave you with the theme song of one of my favorite movies “Harold and Maude”
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
’cause there’s a million things to be
You know that there are
So who are you going to be?