Who Am I?

There is a continuous debate between those who defend the word EGO and those who deny the word, I’ve heard the concept described in many ways. Recently I heard someone say it is “like a survival mechanism gone bad”, that made me giggle. He went on to say we become completely fixated on ideas or images of who we think we are, stories that live in the mind that are not even true, and we build our entire life around words. They are an invention, a fantasy, a composite of life experiences and labels, which our survival instincts become completely invested in and try to protect at all cost… as if they were real.

Made me wonder, who am I?

Am I the unwanted conception, a sick infant, a beautiful baby, a rebellious child, a day dreaming student, a talented artist, a teen parent, a good mother, a high school dropout, a welfare recipient, a battered woman, a strong female, a nursing assistant, a healer, a party girl, a wife, a dental technician, a teacher, a business woman, a grandmother? Or am I happy, depressed, overly sensitive, ignorant, loving, judgmental, smart, stupid, naughty, nice, insecure, proud, too loud, too quiet, engaging, elusive, reclusive, outgoing, friendly, stuck up… which is it?

The list could continue forever and could never define any of us.

Because all I can ever be is…

          wherever I am

          whatever I feel

          whatever I am doing

          whatever I am thinking

          whoever I choose to be

          consciously

          moment by

          moment

always seeking truth and kindness before my own emotional comfort.


If you made a list could it possibly define you?
The words and stories will change, but the being, the one reading your list... is you.


Before I posted this I asked my daughter to read it, she said "you are very brave"... am I?