But frankly, the most annoying thing about ego is that it’s predictable.
Because it uses the moment instead of being in it, it’s really not so super creative.
It’s got a plan, it’s hungry, it wants to feed itself. Period.
If you watch it a while, you will think “why am I watching something not quite as exciting as CSPAN?”
And yet it gets really high ratings and people sacrifice a lot of time for it.
This numbing, predictable affair–with ego.
Watch it long enough and its pattern is clear; you’ll know what happens next.
You think you are doing a different dance, in a different place, at a different time, but when you dance with ego, it’s always the same, predictable gig.
Inside a closed bubble of ambition.
Some needless drama, as pattern overtakes innovation .., inspiring just a touch of insanity, assuaged by activity, producing more of the same.
So how do you get out?
You ask, and even demand to know!
If I’m such a smarty pants, what’s the solution?!
I guess I’m like anyone else, always inclined to engage in this predictable pattern, but awakening to the fact that if I stand away from it a bit, I can turn away from it.
This constant, superficial identity crisis that reinforces itself.
But what do any of us turn toward?
You ask me and I’ll say this:
And if you ask me in five minutes, I’ll say the same thing.
Put all your senses on it.
Close your eyes, can you see it?
Close your hands, can you feel it?
Close your mouth, can you taste it, yet?