I had an interesting conversation tonight. Interesting in that I’ve heard it a zillion times from a zillion people; “I’m finding myself”.
Which, by virtue of the ability to be found, means that some element of oneself, was, indeed, thought to have been lost.
After very little thought, and perhaps a dash too much judgement, I came to the conclusion that those who have felt lost were not lost, but sold.
Sold as in; sold the big ol’ American dream. They have bought into the who, what, where, when and why of existence as deemed necessary by our completely make-believe economy. After all darlings, Just like Saint Nick, if you believe, it must be real.
Someone pass my wine….
What I think ‘finding’ one’s self truly means is that people find themselves in an unexpected solitude. Finally they have the space and time necessary to contemplate mundane aspects of their life which have previously been taken for granted.
Daily routine for instance, or whether or not they like a certain type of music, sex, or art.
Finding oneself is often accomplished in the reflection of solitude against companionship; the interaction between contemplation and practice.
Finding oneself in the moment is all that there really is. What better time to practice than Christmas time, when we are often time and energy stretched and prone to participate in more social interaction?
The present moment is where you will always find yourself. And you rarely find yourself the same way twice. Learning this will help you honour who you are in each precious moment, in each exchange of energy with your colleagues, friends, relatives and lovers.
This is where your mask slips, allowing you see your reflection, frowning or smiling just as you are. Who you are is who you are, in each, precious moment.