Into Your Core Self

Into Your Core Self

What follows is a chapter from Amazing: Truths About Conscious Awareness. Other excerpts are available here.

If you were given an assignment to write down who you are, could you complete it?

Can you describe your core self in detail? Not what your job is, how you look or what your personality is like, but who and what you are beneath the public surface.

I’m betting you can’t, even if nobody else will see it. It’s not that we can’t know. It’s more about not being able to slow the flood rushing through our brains long enough to put together a statement that’s coherent and legible. We rarely sort through the weeds that rush by.

We are. We know that, and it seems insight enough for how we live our lives. We’re a moving picture. And we never stop talking to ourselves about it.

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Truths About A Core Self, Simple and Profound

When I was fifteen and thinking about becoming a writer, the first best guidance I got was from Mrs. Bloomberg, my tenth grade English teacher. She volunteered time with me, reading me excerpts from Hemingway’s Old Man and The Sea and explaining how symbolism worked in his short, intense metaphorical story.

Mrs. Bloomberg opened me up to what made fiction writing seem more dense and exciting. The lesson stayed with me, but there was something more. The context is gone, but I remember her telling me that, “The world would be a better place, if people just took five minutes every day to ask themselves, ‘Where am I going?’”

Simple, but profound. I began following her advice, and the constant glance toward the future has always helped me avoid becoming lost, although not out of trouble.

While we all get it that tuning our cars should be left to mechanics, tuning our selves is a different matter?


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Test Driving In A Hopped Up Core Self

Suppose an attendant informs you that there are “no mechanics who understand your vehicle enough to tinker with your inner workings at this time? Can you come back later, maybe, next week?”

How long can you afford to be off the road or malfunctioning? The first answer is that you can’t get off the road at all, and the second is, if you think you can afford one-second of fumbling, you’re undervaluing yourself. As an old beer commercial advised, you really do go around only once. Seize the day.

Robin Williams used to run monologues about letting your inner crazy out. Bobo, I think, was the name he gave the nut inside himself. Also good advice.

It’s not as if the thing that drives you, in all its multiplicity, is going to go away or tame itself. Something in you wants to be crazy. It wants you to have some experiences a brewery could brag about in a beer commercial, and why not?

You’re a goldmine of results ready to be hauled out into the daylight. You’re the miracle that emerges into an eternal spring, fired by millions of years of evolutionary shaping. You can rule an empire, calling all the shots. You can dance till dawn. You’re King Midas. Why waste time mucking around?

Just asking, but I was thinking that you probably have something better to do. Just take a walk in the park and let yourself feel the contours of the trees, the way the earth can never find a way to be flat, if it helps you feel safer, nurturing a fire without smoke.

We all know there’s a core. We live with instant urges and persistent passions. Our choice to look at it or not is irrelevant to any question of it’s being there.

That core is, among other things, a messenger. It constantly nudges, informs and persuades. Listen. Don’t listen. Your choice. It’ll tell you anyway, and some of what it gives you is the story of who you are as you touch the center of the universe.

You already get intuitions you never requested. Your inner instigator is too legitimate to shut up. Imagine what you might hear if you organized a dialogue.

With yourself.

Or, your self, if you’re still maintaining a distance.

Within you is a cauldron, too. It’s immersed in fire, ingredients compressed into explosive energies, like the center of Earth, and it releases heat when any valves are cracked open.

We all have valves. We open them gingerly, as if our souls need deliberate safety controls, and yet, we already know that incredible feats are accomplished only when taken up with passion.

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Nobody runs a sub-four minute mile or creates a product that changes the world without fire. You can do all the ordinary things without generating much heat, and most of us never let more than just enough seep out to slug through rush hour traffic and get to our desks. Wouldn’t it be more fun to get hot?

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