Marco M. Pardi with his husky dog in a forest.

How do you make sense? + Identity by Marco M. Pardi

Marco M. Pardi with his husky dog in a forest.
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How do you make sense of your place in the world? Coming from a mixed-culture family that lived on-the-move, that was heavy on gender inequality, and that didn’t mix with others, writing (click her for more about my books) and reading were my first ways of trying to figure things out.

As the years roll by, just when I think I understand myself, I realize I’m still more complicated. It’s taken a while to accept that my only clear mainstays are that I’m still averse to being pigeonholed, much less commodified. Also, I’ve always believed that compassion is more than ‘niceness.’ It’s how we’ve come this far and we need more of it to thrive further.

Today’s guest post is by blogger Marco M. Pardi. An avid traveler, he was born in Rome and raised in the United States. In addition to working in various federal positions for 30 years, he taught college for 22+ years. Given his broad range of life experiences, he’s shares with us some deeper ways to consider who we really are. Marco calls this photo of him with his dog, “Being”…

Identity by Marco M. Pardi

I am. Sub-atomic. On a speck of dust at the fringe of one of countless billions of galaxies. I am. Now a particle, now a wave. A passing thought in the Mind we call the Universe, what some call YAHWEH, JEHOVAH, ALLAH, ATMAN, TATONKA, GOD, et al. Perhaps planned, briefly incarnate, then perhaps a memory, soon forgotten.

I incarnated in Rome, Italy to a woman who, to Americans, “looked Italian” and a father who “didn’t look Italian”. I am a near clone of my father. I say to Americans because, to this day Americans seem to still have only images of Southern Italians and Sicilians. In defense of these Americans one of my grandmothers was from England, the other from Scotland. I have always looked “Anglo”.

Coming to the U.S. just after WWII my mother insisted I learn to speak English (American) perfectly to avoid being discriminated against. I did pretty well. But there was one characteristic of me I couldn’t change, at least not as a child: My name. And so, I was an outlier. Accepting that identity shaped my choices of associates, all outliers themselves through crippling illnesses, distinctly foreign heritage, “racial” or religious affiliation, or economic circumstances.

But from my very earliest encounters I found my deepest connections: non-humans. Dogs didn’t call me WOP or Dago, as did the “normal” American kids almost every day. Horses did not make fun of my name. Birds perched near me and sang their calls, unmindful of whether I understood their language; just knowing I got their message. Almost immediately, without effort, understanding developed and soon manifested both ways. Soon other humans, those who noticed, said I “had a way with animals”.

Coming back to college after spending most of the 1960s in the military I didn’t know much about ethology, much less where to go in order to major in it. So, I collected degrees in Anthropology. I was not entirely surprised when I encountered opposition to my position that humans could be studied in the very same way we study other primates. But I persevered in studying how and why individual people identify themselves as they do. And how that is manifested in their treatment of others.

Of course, the standard dogma is that culture, as transmitted through one’s significant others, has the primary role in forming self identity. While that is undeniable, it is also sad.

It is sad because it depends largely, if not entirely upon external impressions. And we know from the rampant hardening of tribalism in the United States that external impressions, especially when communicated through social media channels, are increasingly composed in short hand; “memes”, “tropes” and similar devices that are designed to elicit reaction, not measured thought. As a society we have learned from Joseph Goebbels, the Minister of Propaganda under Adolf Hitler, that a message heard or read or seen often enough instills in the recipient a sense of utter and complete truth.

We need look no further than the effect of social media on pre-teens and early teens. The incidence of self-harm, culminating in suicide is growing at an alarming rate. And, while body image is forefront, devastating attacks include those on personhood. Of course, there are those who survive these attacks. My family, even some teachers, attempted to convince me I was unintelligent – to put it nicely, and I should aspire to one day being a professional athlete. I did not fight them; I simply ignored them since I somehow knew better. And, I found acceptance and community among non-humans, dogs, horses, even wildlife.

Several Native American cultures institutionalized the “Vision Quest” into the maturation of adolescents. An experience of finding one’s unique identity. Several Southeast Asian cultures prescribe a period of Buddhist monasticism for young children, achieving the same self discovery. Here in the West we see a growing interest in horse therapy, not just learning how to ride, learning how to listen and learn from the unconditional acceptance given by horses. Even our prison systems are increasingly adopting programs in which prisoners raise and train dogs as therapy dogs and, unwittingly, are the first beneficiaries of that therapy.

We are individuals, in need of finding ourselves as such, in need of putting the opinions of others in proper perspective. 

I am.

Is it important for you to have a clear sense of identity?


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63 thoughts on “How do you make sense? + Identity by Marco M. Pardi”

  1. Thank you for sharing!!.. I just follow my heart with an open mind, often times referred to as different by society, which is why I travel down the path least traveled… 🙂

    What I am
    Who I want to be
    Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world,
    or is my existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.

    Every day is a new day ,
    I try to discover myself,
    The identity crisis lulls over me,
    In calm, yet monstrous glee,
    Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.

    One day I want to be a doctor,
    Other day an engineer,
    Or even a scientist,
    The society decides my ambition,
    What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms,
    They say I have a lunatics mind,
    Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.

    Enough is said,
    I my setting on a journey of my own,
    The mistakes I make shall be mine,
    The regrets shall be my defined,
    Its fall or rise,
    Time will play a key role,

    As Frost said,
    I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
    One pre decided by my ancestors,
    less risky and challenging,
    Other of my own,
    I decide to take the less traveled one,
    To mark on journey of my own.
    (Illahi Bedi)

    Hope all is well in your part of the universe and until we meet again..
    May love and laughter light your days,
    and warm your heart and home.
    May peace and plenty bless your world
    with joy that long endures.
    May all life’s passing seasons
    bring the best to you and yours!
    (Irish Saying)

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    1. You said it perfectly Jen. I’ve learned much about the importance of staying in the moment including when it comes to how I interact with others to be a great philosophy to strive for

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  2. Hi da-AL, a very sad post. It is not only foreigners who are rejected by main stream society, it is anyone who is different. I always struggled at school because I thought differently and believed in non main stream ideology. I still do and so do both my sons. None of us belong in traditional groups of people. We live in a weird and restricted world.

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    1. I’m sorry to hear that anyone can’t appreciate your impressive desire to see both sides and think for yourself. I find that here our last president was especially polarizing. Thinking in terms of them versus me rather than everyone being us is getting worse which is truly frightening

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        1. Huskies are notorious “escape artists”. Fortunately, while in the military decades ago I handled an attack dog and learned how to securely fence a yard. But the one time a Husky and the Samoyed escaped – during a move – they came right back.

          One of my Huskies tore a ten foot strip in wall to wall carpeting so as to get at the rubberized padding underneath. Which he ate. I know because his poop bounced.

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  3. My “identity” has been evolving. I am an immigrant, I’ve been part of different cultures, lived in different countries, I’ve changed my beliefs and opinions. I’ve also seen how many people/relatives with a lifelong strong identity are unable to be rational about or even understand viewspoints different from their own. Therefore, I’d rather have my sense of identity be as independent as possible and not necessarily perfectly clear. I love dogs too by the way.

    I agree with what you say about social media “….especially when communicated through social media channels, are increasingly composed in short hand; “memes”, “tropes” and similar devices that are designed to elicit reaction, not measured thought.” Thinking should no be replaced by reactions. I also see so many obviously false claims on social media that are very easy to check with snopes and yet it seems like everyone falls for them, at least if they confirm an existing bias.

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    1. Thank you, Thomas. There was a period when I hardened my national origins identity as a refuge from the treatment I received here. But I eventually learned that maintaining a stiff defensive posture is exhausting. Now, although I retain dual citizenship allowing me to take residence anywhere in the EU, I don’t strongly feel any particular national identity. I just AM.

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        1. I wish a portion of taxes everywhere would go towards making sure that people travel and meet people in other lands at least a few times in their lives. The US is so vast that people here think they know everything just from the media

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          1. Or maybe exchange student programs should be more common. Also the fact that most companies in the US only give two weeks of vacation, if that, during the first five years of employment does not make long distance travel particularly attractive.

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