Neti, neti

Not this, not this

Now this book is just fucking with me. This is the practice of “who I am not”. I am not the degrading things people have told me. 

Funny because I’m reading this and, sure I get it. But the phrase not this not this, is much stronger in value and has shit to do with me.

I don’t want to write anymore.

The ending after meditation is:

Today I recognize who I am.