Really? All in all: who am I? We might ask ourselves this question often; or never at all. We might look at ourselves in the mirror and think that’s who we are. That by looking at our image we’ve discovered the big mystery of understanding ourselves. Or through the eyes of our lovers, we might believe we’ve received a representation of who we are. Through their understanding, we believe that to be the truth about our identity. Their observations, criticisms, judgments even their own personal insecurities become our own. As if we didn’t have a mind of our own, we give our self power away to others, thinking they respect us for doing so. But in a truthful slap in the face, the only thing we gain where we abdicate our personal power is the sting. Our cheeks are left burning bright red, from the sheer power of our own weakness. It is not the eyes of others that will give us merit of some kind. Not the person you share your bed with, nor your business partner, not even your mother or brother or you name who will tell you “this is who you are.” They can attempt to do so. In in their attempt, you may be tricked into believing that is the truth.
“You are a failure” will poison you for years, unless you wake up and call it’s bluff.
The same goes for “You are the best at everything you do.” Now you may ask, what’s wrong with a compliment like that? But if you take a strong grip on that statement, it can boost your morale to the level of a blindfolded lion that can’t see the upcoming cliff ahead. Getting too full of yourself will not help you in any way, nor give you the answer to who I am. It will leave you in a self-inflicted illusion where you think you are better than others.
Humans tend to imitate others emotions to try to fit into modern society. This is also triggered by social media and trends, where people try to be other people so that they can be accepted. We copy others behaviors thinking it is “cool” to do so because of the fear of being rejected for being different. But the irony is, we aren’t even being different by not following society’s expectations of “this is how you should be”. We are just being ourselves. Yet, the idea of just being yourself stirs so much fear, as the vulnerable, naked character is prone to judgment by attempting to be authentic. When all masks and facades are removed, that is when we step out of character and actually become us for a change. Just the idea of not being liked for who we are, causes us to step back into character and role play, in order to gain acceptance from other people.
So we adjust our talk, our likes, dislikes, our appearance so that others will give us a thumbs up, or press the like button on our social media. We even program ourselves to think in a certain manner and act in a certain way. Almost like a computer code, we download what will be a socially accepted self into our being and robotically act upon it.
The time has come to put an end to this crap. Excuse my non-poetic diction, but that is what we’ve come down to being. A pile of smelly, fly-buzzing crap. As blunt as that. And if we don’t clean up this mess, I don’t know who will. The other day I was watching “Idiocracy” and thought to myself, despite the extremes, humanity is sadly starting to reflect that movie. We are giving our power away to large corporations, allowing them to poison the food we eat, the air we breathe, forcing us into modern day slavery, selling us the false illusion that we’re free. All we care about is becoming “educated” in a system which chooses what to spoon feed children, to train them to find good work and pay, education which doesn’t even allow the freedom of thought. And we accept it all without a blink in the eye. All past attempts of reform, were considered crazy or the people were prosecuted under false crime accusations or even killed. The worst of all criminals, people attempting to change the medical structure, pharmaceutical companies obliging people to depend on the green snake for cure, seducing people into thinking they cannot cure themselves. Religion, attempting to control people on their mission on earth and how it will directly effect the beyond. The life after this one; even the imagination of that is taken away from us. We are give prescriptions and without questioning it, we drink it up. Enough is enough.
Who am I?
For a minute, even a second, forget about those three words just asked. Forget about everything just read. Forget about if you agree or disagree. About the food you just ate or are going to eat. What you will do later on, or tomorrow or next week.
For a moment, right now, just feel your beating heart. The rising and falling of your breath. The silence of your mind. Concentrate on nothing else but these gifts.
You are alive. And you are you. Just remember that, in case someone ever asks you: Who are you?