We will begin to marvel that we let ourselves build our lives around the belief that we, the real self, were identified with these various descriptions, which descriptions required so much protection, justification, grief, anger, pride and so on. So much vital energy. We exhaust ourselves in the support of our descriptions.
I don’t know who wrote this but I like it.
As soon as I say “I am X”, there’s the opportunity for fear, smallness, defense. “Could it be that I’m not really X?” And would that possibility be a problem? If it is, I better muster lots of energy to protect the truth of my Xness. There are enemies out there who want to prove I’m actually not X. I tighten my fists to beat them back.
I am a real man
I am intelligent
I am kind
I am determined
I am handsome
I am mature
I am generous
I am athletic
I am creative
I am popular
I am loved
But what if, sometimes, I’m not? What then? If I shrug my shoulders and say “Oh well” without feeding the statement and its contradiction, what would happen in my life? Would angst fade to the background? Would a reservoir of energy previously invisible be revealed?
I believe the answer is “Yes”.
Perhaps I’m not a personality riding on the roller coaster of life, raising my head here, letting it slump there. Maybe I’m a fierce spiritual being who’s vibrant with the energy that flows outwards and unconcerned with the energy coming in. There might not be any deficit, nothing to be fixed or improved. What’s it’s all about could simply be expression rather than reaction, giving rather than fending off, flowing rather than damming.
In my better moments …
Bruce, you’re free
Bruce, you’re simply a space vibrating with possibility
Bruce, you’re marvelously sufficient
And did I mention that you’re free?