The part of us that’s asking to go is not who we are. The part that’s asking to go is the scared, fragmented, fearful side of us. The one that knows we’ve been playing small, betraying, abandoning ourselves. It’s the part that’s been suffering and struggling, in silence and without. The one that knows we’re not in alignment with our true self—and hence it asks to go, for what can go is only what we’re not. It’s not us that it wants to let go of, it’s all we’re not. For our essence, who we really are, is boundless, timeless, limitless.
That that we can shed, that that we can harm, that that we can transcend is what we are not.
What we can free is not who we are. For who we really are has never been confined.
What we can heal is not who we are. Who we really are can never be harmed.
The one that’s most in pain is who never cries.
The one who’s offering help is who’s most asking for help.
The least imaginable is not the unimaginable, it’s the invisible that’s right in everyone’s eyes.