The Wardrobe

Dear you,

The persuasive and pervasive illusion of the self is complexity.

We imagine the self to be a labyrinth of prisms within prisms, an intricate hive of overlapping honeycombs, slowly crystalizing our thoughts, emotions, and habits, the aggregate of which is you.

I know who I am because I know the elements of which I am an amalgamation. I know my motivations, my fears, my strengths, my anxieties, my behavioral habits, my emotional patterns.

It evokes a sense of identity.

But it’s an illusion (though, admittedly, a comforting one). However, this comfort is merely the product of familiarity.

In reality, this idea of the self is nothing more than a wardrobe.

While carefully curated, it is nevertheless an impermanent adornment we wrap around ourselves and present to others so that we may be known, but on our own terms and not too much.

The you that is truly you, is the exquisite simplicity underneath.

Always yours,

Universe