The final mystery is oneself.
Oscar Wilde
Isn’t it odd that we are so hard on ourselves? That we, the ones who live in this body and have a pretty good idea of our history and likes and dislikes seem to wrestle with knowing who we really are? We get all mixed up in thinking false ideas. We hook ourselves up to the definitions made by the ego and go on our not-so-merry way. We define ourselves by outward notions — things like our education level, our race, our appearance, our nationality, or income, our family, our possessions, our name, even our weight — and wonder why happiness eludes us.
We are searching in all the wrong places. We have to peel away the layers, as one might envision the thin layers of an onion. In the Yoga Sutras, we refer to this as self-study. We try to honestly and…
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