Me - this word, rather the image of it, silently enslaves so many of us. Some spend lifetimes trying to build that image, some trying to sustain it. Some live in the illusion of "I can take all the pain but I can never cause pain to someone else" and then get shattered when, unconsciously, they end up hurting someone. I once lived in the illusion of "I always keep my promises." And it took me breaking just a couple of promises to go through a long period of self-hatred. Many people, at some point in their lives, end up feeling extreme dissonance between imagination and reality of the self.
Though isn't life just like flowing water? Along the way it gets maligned or clear, fast or slow, shallow or deep. It adapts to the landscape around it. We too accumulate experiences or abandon beliefs with time - discovering ourselves over and over again. Then how practical is it for us to define ourselves by a few images? Can we hold on to those images and yet move ahead as the world around us changes?
Though isn't life just like flowing water? Along the way it gets maligned or clear, fast or slow, shallow or deep. It adapts to the landscape around it. We too accumulate experiences or abandon beliefs with time - discovering ourselves over and over again. Then how practical is it for us to define ourselves by a few images? Can we hold on to those images and yet move ahead as the world around us changes?