Dear Universe

Dear Universe,

Let the illusion of “goodness” I think I have, be known to me, if I selectively wish well for others, in order to help myself back. Or because they are of some use to me. Let that be known to me.

Let the illusion of “charitable acts” I think I do, be known to me, if they are done to subtly to stroke my ego, and not for the real well being. Thereby I tend to help my friends more than my enemies. Let that be known to me.

Let the illusion of my “love”, be known to me, that I tend to fill up my insecurity and not for the genuine appreciation for the fellow person. Let that be known to me.

Let the illusion that “I don’t hurt others”, be known to me, if it is a label I use to purposefully ignore my wrong doings, because I can pass my day anyway, and I conditioned myself so much so that I often remain inconsiderate towards others pain and that I often think I am right and others are wrong. Let that be known to me.

Let the illusion that “I am not a bad person”, be known to me, if it is only the case that I am in a favourable environment that is preventing my bad side from coming out, or that I am acting in a good manner, so that people won’t hate me. Maybe I have a rapist hidden in me. A terrorist. Let it be known to me.

Please let me be aware of all those things which I am not, or which I am deluded to think I am, so that I discover my true self. Please help me to destroy all of these delusions, and let me call myself, for the first time, a HUMAN.

It is then I have courage, to walk with my head-held high, in the entirety of this space!