Who We Really Are

If only we knew who we really are, we’d remember and surrender in an instant.

There is a thing we humans identify with; a thing we call us. It can be described in so many ways and called by so many names, because its “reality” is so elusive, multifaceted, and abstract. Despite its complex nature, its survival is entirely dependent on something greater than itself. Its existence is a consequence of the presence of something real; a consequence that points to its simple and illusory nature. The complexities it projects are mere distractions and methods it uses to protect its “identity”. It is this thing that we call us. We’ve identified with it the moment each one of us said “I”.

Through identifying with it, we give it strength to gravitationally pull us in with its demands. The pull is so convincing, that we forget, and see us and it as one. In fulfilling its desires so religiously, we lose energy and time. Ironically, as a consequence, we blind ourselves from seeing that ‘its existence is a consequence of the presence of something real’. We unknowingly end up neglecting the real presence that sustains it and allows it to exist. So if we are worshipping what isn’t real, and are neglecting what is, then the answer to the question of “who are we?” becomes obvious.

If only we can come to know who we really are, we’d remember and surrender to the real presence that is (in) us.