When we were children, we loved to play riddles; the dim, hazy world attracted us. Discovering the reality hidden in the fog was a fascinating game. As we grow older, we lose that capacity for wonder and become more detached, more conformist, as if disillusionment were allied with hopelessness, and finding hidden treasure were a childish manifestation.

In my college years, a professor told me:

“We are not born whole, we learn it throughout life.” And I understood the dynamism of “Living in the gerund” in that unstable balance that demands the continuous effort of maintaining the unity of the puzzle pieces to visualize the image clearly, my image.

It helps me remember what I’ve learned: “We are one, whole, and true.” But, “at the same time, one and multiple.” The whole and the part without confusion. Unity at the service of diversity, and diversity at the service of unity, as I heard Professor Alejandro Llano say. We are a multifaceted reality with countless unrepeatable flashes of light. Multifaceted and dynamic realities, with multiple interrelationships that we don’t always recognize and are rarely transparent.

Personal uniqueness manifests itself externally through its dimensions: biological, emotional, intellectual, and volitional. Each one is multicolored and varies with the light at each hour of the day. A diverse color palette forms the foundation of each person’s artwork.

A biology that determines me from my gifted nature; a tangled effectivity that demands a balance between love and pain: continuous lights and shadows that are necessary in personal composition; an intellect that demands priority and dominance, but often succumbs to the approval of others, to the esteem others bestow upon us. A volitional dimension that solidifies into virtue, acquired through effort, that becomes flesh and enables me to achieve a destiny foreseen from eternity.

Everything is quite precise on paper. But movement is continuous. Our own and others’. The unity and the many within each of us can disorient us, and maturity implies that we no longer consider the variable and the diverse to be absolute.

When you learn to do puzzles, you discover that you start with the frame… you move from the outside in. You move the pieces to find their fit within the whole picture. And only when you’re finished do you see the desired image. This is how children play from a very young age: they play at fitting geometric figures into their places. They discover that there’s a place for every piece. And that’s a fundamental skill for understanding and understanding ourselves.

Thus, he discovers how unity becomes corporeal in order to express itself; it becomes sound and perceptible color. It becomes word so that we can understand and understand ourselves. Silence is achieved in order to receive the colors and sounds of others. And the body becomes transparent in order to reveal that there is a reality that transcends us. The coherence between the one and the many is the clear reflection of who we are or who we want to be.

Uniqueness, that unique and unrepeatable being, does not make us strangers. We are different, but very close: we all laugh and cry, we are all beings for others, and the love of our loved ones enlivens our roots. We make mistakes and rectify them, we ask for forgiveness, and we forgive, and through this dance we learn to be happy and make others happy. The people around us discover our identity through the brilliance of the visible. This “who I am” is expressed outwardly through my body, which reveals my thoughts, my feelings, my doubts, my certainties, without me having a despotic control over that expression. My face blushes or pales without my control, tears roll down my face without my choosing. I wish we could return to the body that capacity for transparency, to make the appearance possible and not remain in the “appearance” captured by the senses, often confusing us. How happy would be the encounter, without equivocation, if we could see unity behind every gesture, without stumbling over the obscuring appearance, read the hope of continuous improvement, discover that the voice seeks a sensitive and bold receiver, becoming a language for each person who walks by our side—an intelligible language that demands finesse, simplicity, clarity, and, in another order of things, opportunity, adequacy, and respect.

Encounter is the daily destiny of the family, of the professional team, of the one-on-one… Encounter built with the lights and shadows of each person combined so that the “fuses” never blow. Love and pain are the paving stones of daily life. Along the way, there are stones that shine like diamonds in the rain and the sun. Small hearts only see obstacles that slow them down, and delicate hearts build ladders with them that reach the stars, and with the full moon, they illuminate the night.

Unity without diversity is tyranny, and diversity without unity is anarchy. That is the daily struggle: putting the pieces together without fear of the movement that disrupts them. That is a daily task to make a job well done shine.

My identity? SOMEONE FOR SOMEONE!