Attached

What are we most attached to? Materialism, ideas, thoughts, identity, relationships, feelings, expectations, wants, desires, love.

What are we most attached to? All of the above and then some.

It’s interesting because I don’t know if attachment is the type of feeling I want to experience, it clashes with my personal values of freedom and independence and so it feels constraining and limiting. But I am attached to many of the above and to so much more. My status, my body, my friends, my job, my beliefs. I don’t want to be attached, I want to embrace and be in grace; enjoying all that is without it constraining me and or closing me into boxes.

A common example is the attachment to loved ones. Of course losing those you love is hard, it will bring with it grief and pain, but in my case it will also bring with it a sense of doom and destruction, because I’ve attached myself to my families being. Without them what am I? Or at least that’s my attached perspective. My unattached perspective would be, without them I still am.

If you’re not attached then what are you? You’re free, joyful and appreciative of all but not consumed by any. The question is how does one get there, because detaching yourself and creating a space between all those wonderful things and who you are is really hard to do. What would it look like? How would I be in the world? What would I give up and what would I gain?

I am not my body, nor my mind. I’m not my job, nor my status, I’m not my achievements or my successes. I’m not my relationships or my contributions, I’m not any of the things that I am attached to and or described through. I am that I am, that I am, that I am.

Love Always,

M