Isn’t it interesting how often people use this phrase, “I’m trying to find myself.” But all that will ever be found is nothing but another concoction of beliefs, concepts, reactions, and the like wrapped up in a pretty new bow. Some fantasy that puts a band aid over the last “you” that you seemed to be. It will feel at home for a little while because the thought of it being new will fester inside, but eventually the feeling of lost comes back. The more one looks for themselves, the more one will come to realize that there is no self to look for. It was never there other than what already is and always will be. All other things are fleeting, will change, will crumble, will rebuild, will do this, and that.
The truth is, is that you can’t be anything other than what you are right now, even trying to “find yourself,” IS in fact being yourself. All that is happening is that you’re distracting yourself from seeing that there is no one ever home; everything that is available to you right now, right in front of site is that you that you’re searching so frantically to find. Even the finding and even the searching is part of what you are. There is no yourself to find because it doesn’t exist outside of fairy tale (or thought). Only those things exist as thoughts but are not you, as it can be agreed that those things can change in an instant and then where are you if not those thoughts that were so fleeting?
There has never been a doer pulling the strings, there are only thoughts being transmitted and received and based on the thought of good and bad, causes the reaction to the body and mind as to whether to pursue or not pursue. There is no witness aside from the fantasy of “I am the witness and I am observing.” So then take a look at the I am and ask, “What is the I in I am?”
Empty handed you are, Empty handed you leave. It is truly the sound of one hand clapping.