I am a wave. And when I crumble I destroy old identities. I unleash more depths of myself. I set more of me free. Yes, the fabrication once served me… the descriptions, depictions, and classifications- in fact they served me well, and I thank them. Then came a point though, when I began serving them. I began holding on, feeding into the abstract reality of falsehood. That’s when I realized that I needed to let go. I needed to let go of the names, identities, and categorizations- they are of no more use to me.
I learned from the journey they guided me through, and that’s what it was- an experience, an adventure that enhanced who I am today, but now the titles only serve as an unnecessary attachment. And attachments only play mind-games. For the next experience, the next phase of growth, needs me, not the identities.
So I crumble more… releasing in order to unite, breaking in order to be whole, shedding in order to be complete. When I do this, I realize I am of the ocean, not separate from it. One in the same as all creation, simply, but not so simply- an extension of it.