I am beginning to learn the strength & depth of my ego. My god, the stories it tells!! Complete & utter lies! I ask myself, "Who am I without these stories?" No really...."Who the fuck am I?"
The stories I tell myself have such a wonderful way of making my life all about me. Now I am questioning everything. Is it true? Is it really true? ....Most of the time...NO!
I feel like I am going through yet another metamorphosis. But is that true? Or is that yet another story I'm telling myself to keep me feeling special? Geez....I could go crazy. Perhaps I am. It's so funny really, how delusional I have been. All the time thinking I am quite sane.
There is a lot of stuff happening around me at the moment. People are sick. People are in hospital having operations. People are breaking up. Rifts between friends. Relationships breaking down. Anger, negativity...it's all coming up & out like a big vomit. Yet underneath it all, I find peace. I can hear the garbage truck emptying our bins. All is normal, life goes on no matter what is going down or coming up. Everything is changing yet it still looks the same. I'm loving all of it. It's a realization.
I have an urge to meditate. Why? I sit to go deeper or is it to escape? I'm so glad I don't have to go anywhere or do anything today. It is all about me. Me and my ego. Who are you? Who am I? Lets sit and talk some more. I'm curious to get to know more of you so that perhaps there will will be less of me.
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