What I am

Friends! I recorded my very first voiceover this morning 🤍

You’ll be able to listen to it at the end of this post.

It’s a gift to you—hopefully, a more seamless experience of my writing—and a gift of courage to myself.

Now it is cloudy; my mind is cloudy, feeling tired, sad, and confused.

So this post won’t be a hit.

I decided to tackle a simple topic:

What am I?

Let’s start with what I am not.

I am not my words, I am not my opinions, I am not my thoughts, I am not my aspirations, my projections, my beliefs, my interpretations.

I am not my mind.

I am not my hands, I am not my eyes, I am not my skin, I am not my sex, I am not my lust, I am not my desire, I am not my thirst or my hunger.

I am not my body.

I am not my guilt, I am not my shame, I am not my regrets, I am not my wishes, I am not my memories, I am not my illusions.

I am not my fears.

I am not my changing feelings, my turning thoughts, or my perspectives.

Well then, what am I?

I am a fleeting moment, intertwined in eternity.

I am you, my love.

I am the breeze on your skin.

I am the salt in your sweat.

I am the sunlight on your face.

I am the air in your lungs.

I am the blood in your veins.

I am the beat of your heart.

I am

with you—

this fleeting, eternal moment.

And you are,

love,

in everything in the world,

and everything in the world

is in you.

So yes,

you and I

are one.