A Self-portrait

The inevitable question of the human mind is always Who Am I? Why do I ponder such questions, such puzzles constantly. Why do I push to find answers to such a question that I or you will never know. I want to let go, I want to break free, of ideas, expectations, limits, pondering troubles. I have to move beyond everything. Wait. Maybe I can just stay here and rest, wither and drift into the dusts of earthly matter. There is no figuring out, no decisions to be made, nothing to be solved, nothing to be SOLVED. NOITHING. You just are, that's it. It's forever evolving changing, growing. Like anything else in this world. It is not finite. So why am I, why do I think I am, why do I drift back to the finite things, these labels, boxes, limitations, declarations of IT HAS to BE because I think it IS. Today I am terrible being, tomorrow I am a hero to someone, Today I am sad, Tomorrow Happy, excited, hopeful. the next angry and bitter. It is complex, I am, I just am, I just am. but I is not. I is so many things