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The Struggle Of Being
A #Poem
I know who I am
Or do I?
I think I know who I am
But it does not impress me
I perceive who I could be
And that interests me
But I like me
To be what I could be
Means I have to let go of who I am
Still, what am I?
I don’t feel attached to what I am
As I look towards what I could be
Is all I am now, me?
Or I’m just the one aware of being what I think I am?
The purse is not it’s contents
Only a container – a carrier
Am I really anything?
Or the one who contains them?
Am I the one on a journey?
Or the one observing the one on the journey?
Am I in the world?
Or the one observing the world?
Am I living in the world?
Or the one interpreting the world?
Can I be?
Or am I only allowed to observe?
Can I participate?
Or only spectate?
Am I a being?
Or the mystery observing the being?
What really am I?
