In a world, so diverse, so vast, with a number of infinite choices to choose from, limits play a vital role. Generally, we think the more choices we have, the more opportunities there are to make a better call, to choose something more “complete”, more “fitting”, more “adequate” to us.
Our identity is the illusion we create about ourselves.
We tend to think about ourselves like “this is me”, “this is who I’m” and “I’ve always been this way” and there we are, putting ourselves in self-created cages that are made of the stories we tell ourselves over and over.
The reality is, you’re not the same, nor will you ever be.
Your body is changing, the whole time, every day, every second. Every few years we become essentially new people because, in that time, every cell in your body has been replaced by a new cell. So biologically, we are made of completely new stuff.
Our identity lives only in our minds, and it is not static as a lake. It is more like a river, constantly flowing, never the same.
Ideology is a noble concept. We all have ideas about how the world should be. Ideas about equality, justice, politics, democracy, technology. We would like the world to be a fair place, one that gives equal opportunity to all human beings.
We’ve all been there. This constant flow of information in our heads. Questions on one side, sloppy answers on the other, memories, regrets, plans, lists, thoughts about thoughts, thoughts about why are you having that thought. Anxiety, exhaustion.
The monkey mind is wild, unorganized, and sloppy. We identify with it…