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Nothing we can achieve stays the same. The perceived importance of my baseball career is a distant memory of little importance.
When I was young, I saw myself as a pro athlete, my “Egos” assumed identity. Seems such a narrow and rigid description of me now.
That must be wrong, my broken body filled with chronic pain has little athletic talent left.
Who am I, then.
I sure am not the “Ego” I created.
Where do we find purpose after our original creation of “Ego” no longer fits.
If I perceive myself as this or that, does my behavior have to mirror that creation?
Am I a failure if my creation fails to live up to the hype.
Seems I have created a prison of thought for myself.
No worries, we can drop the pretense of importance and just be present.
I am happiest when thought is let go and my senses dominate my consciousness.
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