On becoming a totally new being.

On my most satisfying days, I am immersed in thought. All kinds of thought. One after another. I love to have my mind occupied. By thought. I was born to think. Though I didn’t know it at the beginning.  For a short while, I was consciously unaware that I existed. Maybe for a year or two or three. Then thoughts started to occur.  Maybe thoughts were hidden away. Right from the beginning. But they had not yet emerged into full consciousness.  Maybe it was a case of not knowing that I was me. A separate entity. An individual. I had a name. An identity. But still, I am a stranger to myself. Because I am evolving. Into something new. And profound.  Suspecting that I have no limits. That I can leave myself behind. And become a totally new being. –Jim Broede