myself


A Yes-No Question

They are memories or not? New memories are born in me. The memories are stories, that is all.   I’m beginning and begging to understand. All of the memories were just made up by me. I had imagined them in my daydreams.   Suddenly I began to understand that I had created all of the…

myself


Myselves

This is the first day of my new life. I don’t want to say that but it’s true. I don’t have new decisions or endless plans to change myself. I have no list of fake perfection. It just changed. It happened. I wasn’t looking at the sky. I wasn’t in a meditation class. I didn’t…