Michael Collins – Personality

I had a personality

once upon a time.

I thought that it belonged to me...

till I realized... It was not really mine.

This 'personality'... actually...

was a made up story... a fiction...

A construct that fell away... like shattered glass...

Too much internal contradiction.

I blamed my childhood, of course... Who doesn't?

I blamed everyone else, as well...

Well? Who doesn't?

I was certain that I was a creation of other people's expectations...

I very soon came to see this as true...

Then not.

So... what is 'self', anyway?

Is it what the Psychologists say it is?

And must we really climb to the top of a mountain... to find The Truth?

To find some better way?

Perhaps high-tail it to a Buddhist monastery?

Or are these options... merely an admission of defeat?

Maybe a bowlful of magic mushies? Worked for Carlos...

Wisdom gleaned from the reading of ancient tomes?

Dancing naked in the moonlight could work? Who knows?

Want to try it?

... Anything... I guess... to stop one feeling... so alone...

I guess...