For years, I lived within. Some walls were there when I came, like religion, income group, nationality, etc. Others, I built. Personality, likes, competencies, ambitions, morality, etc. Walls gave me an identity. I kept building.
"Who are you?", someone asked. I pointed to the walls. For years I did that.
"Don't you exist on the other side also?", someone asked. "I can't view", I replied.
I wondered, though. The walls were tall. I tried harder to look. Can I exist outside my identity also?
And guess what! I did.
At first it was amusing. But slowly the truth sunk in. If I existed within as well as outside, is the identity an illusion? It was terrifying; it still is. Then I remind myself...