Everyone always tells you that you are pure consciousness, that you are more than this body, that you are just the observer, but knowing it is different than truly feeling it. I had a realization today.
I am neurodivergent and have always liked (more like needed and obsessed with) defining and categorizing myself. I rationally pick at every aspect of my personality to find out who I am as a whole, I defined myself by my past, the way I treat others, who I want to be, what I like to do, my favorite things. This became exhausting because I was always in a journey of constantly wanting labels and to fit in a box, to know myself. None of it felt like enough, I still felt like I was missing something about myself. I don’t know what shifted (no pun intended) in my mind today, but I finally understood that I’m none of those things. That I am something infinite, something that has never been born and will never cease to exist, if this something is a consciousness I’m not sure, but that’s what everyone’s been saying so let’s call it that. This consciousness chose to inhabit this body for whatever reason, I am not this body. I am the observer of it. I feel like I was always meant to know this, like I finally found the one thing I have always been looking for: myself.
I don’t know if this will make it easier to shift, but I’m not worried. Now I finally know that I *literally* have all the time in the world, because I have always, always been here (and so have you, you’ll know one day).