Driven by Your Finite Identity · Witness the Self-Conception
⁘ “Is there a point to what drives you? To be rich or recognized? Be known as the guy who does the right thing? Then you take these points, connect the dots, and so becomes your identity. Sculpted by your environment. All these pushes and pulls weave together the mesh and the loom of our self-conception. A child of particular causes under particular conditions. But there you jump in. That's your ride. That is you. So we become conditioned. Witness it.”
Is there a point to what drives you?
These are uneasy questions.
My point, is I want to be rich or recognized.
I want to be known as the guy who does the right thing.
Then you take these points,
connect the dots, and so becomes your identity.
Not truly born from the essence inside of you,
but instead sculpted by your environment.
All these pushes and pulls,
positive and negative drivers,
the vectors we embark on in our lives,
they weave together the mesh and
the loom of our self-conception.
Such an ephemeral casting.
A child of particular causes
under particular conditions.
But there you jump in.
That's your ride.
That is you.
And so we become conditioned
by this fractured but very pointed identity,
pursuing the countless
seemingly important points in our lives.
Now I'm not saying you should discard it all.
It's basically a valid construct,
has come into being for a reason.
What I'm saying is,
do not be devoured by it,
absorbed into it.
Witness it.