Before this year, I never genuinely asked myself the simple question of, "Who are you?". I'm sure those who know me best would probably assume I answered rather quickly, but in all honesty, I did not. In fact I did the opposite.
I treated the question with the upmost respect; I took my time and pondered over it. I did so to see the man behind the mask, the truth hiding behind the facade which I'd created so long ago.
Neither your perception or mine is reality. We tend to go through life, seeing what we want, to provide ourselves with a false sense of security.
By not rushing contemplation, I was able to see my life from angles I had not previously seen beforehand. I have to admit, the conclusion I arrived at was disappointing to say the least. I was let down and ashamed of myself. But thankfully along with that shame, a willingness to change followed.
My entire life, I had unconsciously defined ME by my things. My identity was so wrapped up in the junk I owned, I was actually losing my self in my own stuff.
The things I thought I owned were actually owning me. And what I could not clearly see before was now visible. It made perfect sense: The more you gain, the more you lose.
It took giving up my pride and giving up my most prized possessions (that for years, I placed so much stock in) to fully understand...
I am not my things.
And my things are not me.
I am more.
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