Who's Driving This Thing Anyway?

"Life is living me." To put my understanding of that (and by understanding it I mean coming to know it as my truth) into words would be to say that Life - or that which I am - is "doing" what it does in addition to being what it is. Living. Life, that which I am, is living. It's being. And in that, it is guiding, or steering the ship, or driving the car that the identity I've come to think I am believes it is controlling. Hence the struggle of controlling our experiences here.

In this life I'd call it "me." That's not who I really am. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not the identity I have assigned to myself. I Am. I am Life itself.

And Life is living "me."