Everything that has ego, profane, fades, languishes, fades?Is it something that has a hard soul? The soul will have sincere conversations with us, while the ego will continue to mask the true essence that inhabits our inner royalty, bringing us superficiality.
“You must transcend your ego and discover your true self. Being real is the permanent part, it’s the deepest part of you. He is wise, loving, confident and full of joy. “
-Brian Weiss-
We know that many of us live on the surface, we get lost in the hesitation of acquisitions apprehended in the social aspects that we see through media display cases. Often, what will move the ego are these possible social strands.
So often we behave in a way where we will be what we condemn in the eyes of our neighbour, where we behave, infinitely, incorrectly, demonstrating a total lack of perception of ourselves and the society in which we are integrated.
We tend to value those who have some kind of status, where those who have little are considered inferior to others, we don’t know exactly how to measure things accurately and make dosing mistakes when it comes to reducing our neighbor.
After all, who are we?
I believe that we are all composed of visceral finesse and that everyone here, despite our limitations, is fundamentally and intrinsically equal, we act together and the collective unconscious is moving its phalanxes to the point of obscuring our vision. in society, which has a kind of status, displaces the ego of the community.
For Jung, ego is the part that constitutes the human spirit, which functions as a functional process composed of everything we see, live and perceive, so it is much more than we call “I”. It would be a combination of memories, feelings and ideas that position our behavior and make us aware.
From our birth we have learned to act by masking our essence, the ego serves to protect us, so that many times our virtues may be denied, all that has soul, that has life, that springs from within, is the pure manifestation of our original impulses, such as transcendental love, for example.
Love will protect us, in many circumstances, from ourselves. It is he who will guide us when everything around us is dark, when we nauphrase in the seas of the uncertainties that permeate our darkness. the wolf of man. “
Man will continue whenever he feels insufficient and diminished in front of others, he will feel diminished when his ego is exalted, when he does not speak openly and deeply with his true self, which is his soul.
A sincere and loving conversation with yourself will therefore avoid many problems that would eventually come to visit souls who insist on walking through dark and dark streets.
To be able to say that we are fallible, that we are not perfect, that we are wrong, that we can be macular, unfinished, will allow us to take new steps towards better results in the primacy of our daily tribulations.
It will be worth being honest, honest and sincere with us, vibrating with the loving force that inhabits the interior of each of us, reaching, then, our excellence, with the certainty that we must never seek perfection, for this would distort. our attempt to be essentially human.
All this will entrust us, in the task of protecting ourselves, to protect ourselves as individuals capable of learning from our shortcomings, entolling the pearl that resides in our inner world, valued what has soul, what has life and speaks directly to us. Hearts. Our heart is not a piece of liquidation that adorns the window, because deep down we know that when alms are almost free, the saint will surely suspect.
I end up with a personal thought
To the ego, to die, it is enough to transcend Life, to be born, it is enough to not wither Love, to be alive, it is enough to wake up to the realities of life. Vicissitudes exist so that we can be sure that things emerge through the latent timelessness within us. For things to flow freely, we just need hope. The voracious spirit of time has given us wings, who insists on greeting us every morning? Will dreams always arise, if we are not in the dark? Luck is for those who are hopeful and bring it to life in episodes for hours. Luck is what arises when the world falls apart around us. True twigs will sprout like crystalline waters, undoing knots, opening leaves starched by the awakened spirit of that time. A little lucidity will make us take safer steps towards the steps we must take, so that we can act wisely, respecting the imprecise hours of the curtains of sleep that await tomorrow’s opportunity, so that we can start again. Do we recommend it again so as not to tire the beauty of our soul, hoping to contemplate new dawns, eager to become and to happen? New attempts, we will be exactly those for whom we were born, making us capable of making this world worth living, in the serenity of new sunsets, that will yearn for new sunrises. As long as there is life, will there be hope? As long as there is hope, there will be reason to fight, praising in us the life that permeates the fleeting nature of all relationships.