my goal is to have no final form

I’m hard to mould. Like water or wind. There are too many versions of me to ever fit into a single frame or a neatly defined identity. sometimes i see people who have such a ‘clear’ idea of who they are and i get jealous, their certainty looks comforting. Meanwhile, the question of “Who am I?” can sit on my chest like a ghost that visits too often, haunting my existence.

but i’ve been trying to accept my own contradictions.

In a world demanding constant definition, sharp edges that fit into the wider puzzle. I choose to be formless, to flow.

To be formless is a radical stand, that doesn’t come at a cheap price.

‘Find your niche’ - is what people have been telling me when I started posting on social media. ‘it is the only way to get your work noticed’. To have various passions is almost a crime right now. Are we heading to a world where we need to clarify our niche in our IDs? or when we meet someone new? ‘Hi my name is x and my niche is y’

I refuse to define myself any further. Have we forgotten that each human being is an infinite universe? we are complex beings, i like to imagine myself as a galaxy, full of stars constantly being born, and dying, expanding infinitely. or as the complex root system of plants, making connections as my life unfolds in front of me. I crave being free of the algorithm rules, while also being able to share and connect.

I like sharing my thoughts on what I read, but I also love fashion, and wellness, I guess i’m too complicated for the algorithm to understand that. My roots spread, they change, develop. ‘booktok’ ‘fashiontok’ … you must belong to a community. When was the last time you met someone interested in ONE thing? i woke up today with a not newly acquired urge to complain, so this is the topic I chose today.

It isn’t just about social media. Being vegan in 2016 taught me early on that labels simply aren’t for me. They often do more harm than good, they box you in, limit your flexibility, and quietly discourage the natural evolution of your thoughts. My identity isn’t fixed it’s a shifting idea, constantly reshaped by experience. I’m an unfinished product, moving through space and time, and the expectation of perfect consistency has no place in who I am.

We talk a lot about specialization and sticking to one lane, but hyper‑specialization feels like it’s narrowing us more than it’s helping us. What if we just allowed ourselves to be? What if we talked about all the things we love, even when they belong to completely different worlds? What if we embraced coexistence within ourselves instead of forcing a clean, curated storyline?

Maybe all of this labeling stems from our innate need to feel like we belong to something bigger than us, to a community, to a collective identity. And yes, belonging is a deeply human desire. But sometimes the “belonging” we chase through labels is an illusion, a polished performance rather than a real connection. that’s the uncomfortable truth: the community built on online labels alone is often a false sense of community.

when i discover new interests i don’t question them, or how they ‘fit’ with my current self. Constant change is a condition we must accept as human beings being alive.

Keep a running “Interests Map” (preferable on paper): date started, what you tried, one thing you learned. A log, not on how you’re improving. I actually think everyone should have hobbies they are horrible at, you don’t have to be good at everything.

Iterate yourself, iterate, iterate, iterate. For as long as you’re alive, you can change. I give myself permission to be a walking contradiction, and inconsistent.

To ‘burn in water, and drown in flames’ this is my lifelong project, to be creative with my life.