Being me sounds static. It sounds like something that simply makes perfect sense, and in a way, of course it does. How can I possibly be anything or anyone other than me? I am ME, whoever or whatever that is. So whatever I try, whatever I am striving for or seeking or yearning towards, well, that’s just ME striving, seeking or yearning. I am always and forever ME.
As I said, whoever or whatever THAT is.
But what of all that striving and seeking and yearning? Is that about being or is it more about a change process, one in which the ME that I am is pushing out of its boundaries to become something…..else. (Notice I didn’t say better, bigger, cooler or more fun….just…something else.)
Or is all that activity about being less-than-satisfied with the ME that I am? Hmm….something to ponder….as I sit and practice just BEING. Being ME.
Whoever or whatever. Me without striving, me without seeking, me without yearning. Me without thinking.
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