Who are we really? I mean we’re human but what makes us different from other animals, because we are animals? What makes us who we are? We are all different from each other yet intrinsically connected to each other. Why do we frown on some behaviours that others do and get frowned upon by others for our behaviours? Some people who know me think I’m slightly potty but a nice kind of potty. Luckily I’m potty I say and not dull as dish water! If only some people knew my thoughts and how aggressive or vicious, how little I feel or how low they can become, all consuming and out of control, or how much passion, love, compassion, care and emotion I can feel at times too.
I love trying to become the higher me and working through my darkest moments. I honestly feel that the most enlightened beings have come through the darkest despair and that’s part of becoming enlightened. It reminds me of the Buddhist master Milarepa and his own battles from dark to light. I love my moments of absolute clarity. I just wish that those around me understand it too. I’ve often thought I’d be ideal living as a hermit, but I have a family who I love dearly too. I’m glad I know myself, good and bad, as it helps me to understand myself deeply and to have compassion for others too.
