You are not your thoughts, your feelings, or your work.
Even when things are great and you’re super happy and mega inspired, it’s not you.
It’s happening to the character of “you”.
Things are working through us and we’re in for the ride, but it’s not who we are
It’s like your name. Did you decide that?
Are you your breath, your voice, or your body?
Or are you something deeper. Like a ghost.
A ghost in a human body.
See, everything’s always growing, dying, evolving, and changing, yet here we are-experiencing life as it unfolds in front of, and behind, our eyes.
But what makes “me” me?
I’d venture to say it’s you.
And everything else too