Who Am I?
I’m just a being wandering on the same plane as you.
I just want to keep peace. I don’t want to hate or infatuate. My body becomes disharmonious when I succumb to either. I just want to be. As I am. (and I’m not a Taoist, although the philosophy does resonate with me on some real shit)
I think the question I should’ve asked is: who do I strive to Be?
There’s a old woman out there somewhere that is, indeed, me. She’s doing her fucking thing, the best way she knows how. She’s honest with herself and with all other beings on this planet. She doesn’t force it. She doesn’t force anything. She just is.
She’s enjoying life, the way she wants to enjoy it.
She’s the sage.
She is me.
This “me” already exists. I just gotta get my ass in gear so I can meet her. I’ll be pissed if I go this entire lifetime without meeting her. I think she’d just say, “I guess I’ll see you next lifetime”.
Anyways, that’s it. That’s who I am. I’m a searcher. I’m an asker. I’m a doer. I’m a creator.
Thanks for reading!