Who am I?

It’s a question we ask ourselves almost every day.

We scroll through other people’s lives, pictures, videos and so on and just look longingly at the events and think how great it would be for us too.

When we see what seem to be better worlds than our own lives, worlds far different from our own.

My God! It would be so nice if… — with this exclamation our thoughts go on their way almost every moment and when we see bad things, something inside us suddenly clicks, and we can only look with pity at all the suffering people, day after day. Yet we are not grateful because we always want more.

We want something else.

Not what we have now.

But why is what we have now no good?

Didn’t we make it that way?

We allowed it to happen, even longed for it to happen.

Why is it not good who you are.

Why don’t we believe that we are perfect the way we are?

We are always waiting for something or someone to make us believe that we are more than we think we are. We wait for that person or that situation.

As a child we believe, we even know, we feel that we are perfect, so why can’t we as adults?
Who is it that points the finger at us and tells us we’re nothing. Who? Only us. We point at ourselves.

I would like to have some interlocutors and questioners on this topic, and I would like to go around the subject. You can write under the blog or contact me by message.

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