I’m learning that in order to disconnect from my ego, I have to accept it. I’ve always wanted to be this philosophical, poetic person who seeks enlightenment, but I’m not a philosophy. I’m still a person. I like to fool myself into thinking there is no self, but there is, it’s just in flux. The self is like a cork board full of pins and art pieces. The ego likes to think the things that are on the board are the self, but it’s fooling the self in doing so. The self just retains the images. The images just represent the self. Sure, the pushpins leave a mark that may never come out, and arguably the things they support leave a bigger mark when they’re hanging up there, but they can change. There’s only enough space for so much.
The ego draws the self portrait and says “That’s me” but the self knows it’s just a picture. It won’t be the same in ten years as it is now, but, there will still be remnants of the past that have stayed along for the ride.