“I don’t have to be anything at all. I don’t even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself.” ― Mooji
I’m worn out.
Not body tired but constantly trying to find the words for something that can’t be spoken.
Do you see what I mean?
Of course, when the me (ego) takes over it’s easy. Why? Because it revels in the tension that comes from setting one thing against another.
But when there’s no-thing and everything, words are much harder to come by.
What about you?
Do you find it easier to work out your angst in words or sit in silence? There’s a place for both, but more often than not, we understand more from the vastness than we do the contraction.