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Life is a gift... We all know that. But the "I" of what we are, seems to be a much greater gift. The odds of being that "I". And no other "I". The whole "teachings" about denying oneself, denying the "I", in the many ways we are informed to "get over oneself", or to "get out of one's own way", sort of makes it seem as if we are missing the point of ourselves. I'm aware that the more I am attached to this physical "I", the more potential for suffering opens up. Especially if I refuse to acknowledge that nothing, no part of it, continues after death. But that is what makes it such a gift. To experience life in the form I am, not just life outside this physical form, tasting, smelling, touching etc but to also BE this "I". Isn't that such a beautiful thing? To be (this). We go through our whole life admiring, adoring, looking up to, loving other "I's" for being the "I's" they are. Giving them their space. But to let that sink in, that this "I" entails everything that IS life for the brief moment we are alive, is such a monumental, beautiful, near intoxicating, realization. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Morteza Yousefi https://www.instagram.com/morteza_yousefi_/