amastie
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Not sure if this is the best forum for this question.
I remember long ago talking to someone whose wisdom I respected and he talked about self-realization. I remember thinking that I was very far from ever achieving that.
Recently, I had the insight, calm and comforting, that for me, self-realization is the recognition that what I am and what I am not is ok. That the answers I struggled to find throughout my life do not need to be answered, that the questions form part of who I am and that is ok. I feel glad to see myself as complete human being unhindered at all by having still questions left unanswered about where I am going or what constitutes the end of the rainbow for me. Somehow, it is in rising above concern for my immediate experience, and looking to a meaningfulness to to totality of my experience that seems, somehow, to bring me peace of a kind that I think I can call self-realization. Don't know however if that fits a textbook description of that
I don't know that others would agree with my take on it, and I don't believe that matters either. It's a place where I am one with myself despite all the fragments that would *seem* to make me not whole. Nothing can make me not whole.
I wonder if others have given this some thought also.
amastie
I remember long ago talking to someone whose wisdom I respected and he talked about self-realization. I remember thinking that I was very far from ever achieving that.
Recently, I had the insight, calm and comforting, that for me, self-realization is the recognition that what I am and what I am not is ok. That the answers I struggled to find throughout my life do not need to be answered, that the questions form part of who I am and that is ok. I feel glad to see myself as complete human being unhindered at all by having still questions left unanswered about where I am going or what constitutes the end of the rainbow for me. Somehow, it is in rising above concern for my immediate experience, and looking to a meaningfulness to to totality of my experience that seems, somehow, to bring me peace of a kind that I think I can call self-realization. Don't know however if that fits a textbook description of that
I don't know that others would agree with my take on it, and I don't believe that matters either. It's a place where I am one with myself despite all the fragments that would *seem* to make me not whole. Nothing can make me not whole.
I wonder if others have given this some thought also.
amastie