As humans we often give names to the things we claim to understand:
The endless expanse above our heads is named the "sky".
Just as the greenery under our feet is named "grass".
So on and so forth,
Many things have been given names,
Yet some things have not.
Those things that go nameless are things we are yet to fully understand.
If that's true then I find it strange
That we all have been given names.
The world does not understand every secret we hide,
The world has not seen into every inch of our souls,
And the world is definitely yet to hear every word we are yet to speak.
So then what is a name?
In my eyes a name is but the title to a much bigger narrative.
A name does not mean your story has been told
And a name doesn't define all the potential you hold.
The world may name me if that's its wish.
The world may give me whatever title it sees fit.
For I know a name does not define me or you.