She knew that someday she would have to answer the dreadful question. Who was she?. She looked into the mirror every morning and forced herself to answer.
"Who am I?", she finally exclaimed. "Well, I am a 24 year old woman who has just begun her teaching career. Talking to herself everyday seemed just about the right thing and if someone had to ask her she knew exactly what she would say." I believe, God only knows where this will take me". Why wake up every morning feeling something different and trying to answer the same question? She thought. If our minds are constantly thinking and we find ourselves overcoming every situation by every thought, why be afraid? And why am I afraid?. So much for understanding that it wasn't the question that was dreadful. It was believing to have the PERFECT answer that frightened her. After teaching for almost 1 year. She discovered that she wasn't the only one that was afraid of answering questions. Questions that meant answering from the heart, by being willful enough to express what is not true. How could she teach when she did the opposite? More than half of the students I teach daily are afraid to make mistakes as if they are forced into answering against their own thoughts. She disrupted her high incline of wonder. Of course, I am going to find it difficult to answer " Who am I"? . And what was the perfect answer?. To please whom? As if the outside world validated her sense of existence. Being honest with one self is probably the most noblest thing one can to our minds. We think hard about one thing and repeatedly follow the same process with expectation above every situation we find ourselves in. The answer is simple. If we are different. If we think differently. Eat differently. Work differently. Move differently. Then the only perfect thing to be.
Is. You.
Just you. And that is more than enough.