Heart of Identity...

The more I think about it I believe one's true identity is the heart. I have spent many years exploring facets of this from a cultural or even a racial perspective particularly as an artist but as I get older I am beginning to realize that none of these identities really matter to me. This was an important search I embarked on and do not regret any of it. Some of it was done out of anger, others were through personal confusion- I wanted not to be ashamed of who I was. I have met many wonderful people and discovered things which I may not have done had I not taken this road. I feel the need now to close this chapter in my life and begin again without this being an issue at all. Is this possible in our world which strives on the divisions of the politics of identics? I am not a big player in that game and my opinion seems not to matter. It has very little relevancy in my life with the people I know but admittedly they are predominately black. I never see them as that which is my point just people I know. It is the heart that counts and how we relate to each other. For me that is the important point and everything else is irrelevant...peace