My Life On Postcards


Dear Alessandro, While sitting on a park bench enjoying lunch, watching other people doing the same, I was wondering about individuality. Being an individual by definition, I started thinking about all the things I had in common with the guy sitting next to me, besides the fact that he chose to eat a sandwich while I was trying my luck with raw fish neatly bedded on rice. Since individuality often is confused with authenticity I asked myself whether it is possible to be an authentic individual. While individuality emphasises the difference between me and my surrounding, authenticity only focuses on myself. Considering this, I just realised that being authentic means to be truly free, free from individuality.