A Case for Renaming Ourselves

There is a responsibility to naming. A sacredness usually reserved, at first, to those that brought us into the world. But before that happens we are born title-less. I am sure of it. We are scrunched up infants that are some sort of something that is nothing until it is determined who we are in the utterance of a calling. And suddenly we are. I would wager to say that our aliveness, if I can call it that, is not altered by our naming, but confirmed. We are thrust into this prophecy in the mouths of those who hold power over our budding selves. We carry this that is the weight of living.