“Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.” ― Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation
It must be me but, sometimes, it’s so hard to discern which mask I’m wearing. I try to be congruent -- no, I really try -- but even when I think I’m being 100% me, at the back of my mind there’s this tiny voice that says: “Who do you think you’re kidding?”
Perhaps it’s how we’re wired -- to show up as something we’re not -- but it’s so wearisome.
I know. Let’s invent a new machine that flashes green when someone shows up as true self. The trouble is there wouldn’t be a market. Does that sound cynical? It’s not meant to be but I can’t see any consumer brand saying, “I tell you what, we can root out all the sinners and you’ll know whether you’re dealing with a masked marvel, or someone true to who they are.”
You probably think I’ve gone all gaga but not a bit of it. It’s exactly what the world needs if we’re going to rid ourselves of our egoic identity that does so much to crush our soul and invent a life we were never meant to live.
Think about it. In chasing the next fix, life’s so tiring.
I know, it’s counterintuitive but it’s exactly what the world needs right now.
(I accept for a few this sounds more death-dealing than life-giving, but, trust me, once you see the peace that comes from within, you’ll never be drawn again to the labelling mode that so many people and entities are apt to slap on us.)