Eat your ID

I just read an article by Orhan Pamuk-a Turkish reader which I came across lately and been hooking up with everything related with him, though I have not read any of his masterpiece, to name some of it, Snow and Istanbul. From my point view, Istanbul is an exotic city covered with charming and sprinkling light, thought the political issue is relatively obvious. Despite it is situated somewhere of Islam-cultivated, but I greatly appreciate the abstract scenery and outcast architecture.

What this taught me was that, contrary to what I’d believed, a passport is not a document that tells us who we are but a document that shows what other people think of us.

This phrase has awaken me from the deep hibernate of self-identity. I had never realize that a simple booklet size passport has such a philosophical and revealing personality of it. Many a time, we are influenced by how people define us rather than how we look at ourselves. We strive to escape from this pressure, but often, we failed to do so. I am not purposely trying to lift his artwork up in such a degree that is infinite. But in every person, there knowledge and wisdoms which will one day be a great resources and instrument in changing one’s life. This truth has also led me into writing down all the junk that I consider valuable. To be able to retrieve yourself from the common society and hallucinate is a vital part in being inspired, at least all of this is applicable in a momentary style.