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Ones name creates a sense of belonging.
Of all the memories that we carry and all of the circumstances that we’ve lived through our name is something we rely on for certainty of ‘who we may be’. People say, see, and respond to their name with alert pride, and in turn activate their ego.
I am called by an unkempt path of who I wish I could naturally be. My name is not what I am called. I am not called what I naturally am. I chase a life of peace. In doing so, I have made an effort not to define myself. Yet, what is this ‘myspace’ but definition? What am I doing at this moment but defining myself to be nothing? A definition it is none the less. Defining me has done nothing more than made an attachment of a vain sort of façade that I mistake to be ‘myself’. That sort of confusion for an identity leaves my peace of mind eroded, while selfishness through recognition matures. With what we name ourselves, see how much of it is so easily disintegrated? My accomplishments, pain, frustrations, situations, occupations, and company are not myself. So what is left for an answer of who I may be? Process of elimination: I have flesh, I have influence with my energy, and I have instinctual ability. All of these things hone that foggy sort of path that I want to be so clear. I wish some days that there was more contrast from dominate and important to the devoured and hazy – The resolution of this world keeps it so unclear. And so I ask myself… Am I a human experiencing spirituality, or a spirit experiencing humanity? Do I own a soul? If so, where does it fit? One could make a hasty answer and choose a sort of partiality to one or the other. One could entertain the absurd notion to cut off our humanity and flesh in order to find our spirit. Although, we are here on earth; our spirit is in need of the experience of flesh, or we wouldn’t have it. One could also indulge in the senseless impulse to deny spirituality, although what is to be said for our emotion and reflexes to injustice. One cannot survive without the other in this life, on this planet. I am human through all of my evolutions, experiences, and attachments. My flesh restricts me into expectation of ‘experience’ and limits my options. That is where the spirit comes into play. My sorrow and laughter that is instinct drives me to recognition of progress or digression. My spirits will conversate with my humanity and clarify the options that are available, which creates balance and freedom. So, what of my soul? It stands steadfast through the resolution of any circumstance. My soul will feed on my decisions and quality of intelligence. It is the third of me – the metronome of my existence.
