Is this a wise thing to do?
To ride a motorcycle without any eye protection? Whatsoever?
We’re constantly being modeled by everything which happens to us. By what we do and by what is being done to us.
We are what our past has made of us.
Our ego is the intersection between ‘what we could have been’ and ‘what the circumstances allowed us to become’.
Which intersection, no matter how wide or narrow, is inhabited by our I-s. By each of us.
Those intersections, where are crammed all the pasts that have already happened to us, are the only places in the world over which we, each of us, will ever be in command.
In each successive moment of our life, in what we call ‘the present’, we have the freedom to choose where we want to be, inside the place where we can be. Inside the intersection I was speaking about just now.
Inside those intersections there’s nobody but each of us and each of our pasts.
Are we comfortable with our past?
Have we digested our past? Have we learned from it?
Have we cleared it?
Have we made it transparent enough? To see the future through it?
Are we comfortable enough with our past?
Comfortable enough to bring it, with us, into the future?
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