“Me” wondered why “me” clothes were getting tighter; “me” thought it was age creeping (or widening) “me” body but I uncovered that it’s the “me”self that causes this slow inflation. But more about “me”self later.
Life always begin with the “me.” It is the “me” that needs tending to until I become the “me” as in “What’s in it for ‘me'” which fortunately can only be controlled by “me”self. The “I” of us is our public persona or our working-hat which carries us through life and takes care of the needed money. The “my”self needs to be nurture and cultivated. I don’t think “my”self can be taught but I believe it can be witnessed in others which can influence us.
The easiest on my threesomes is the “me.” Its agenda is clear and its territory is cleanly marked. It has no doors but only one window that only looks back at “me.”
We say that with age comes wisdom but that’s a fanciful attribute attributed to older folks when we don’t know what else to say about them. We figure that since they lived so long they must have learned something but we also know that history repeats itself (say “again” twice, please). We can accumulate all kinds of knowledge but without wisdom or its ability to recognize opposing views and then synthesize them into an opinion – we are just stuck being smart people as “me.” The easiest part of life (“me”) can carry us through life and even influence society and self-interest rules and regulations.
The awareness of “my”self emerging has loads of doors and many windows that assimilate and capture as much of life as I can absorb. The analogy I’ve always liked is we are sponges that soak up all kinds of information – especially these supposed “information days” – but when do we squeeze out an informed and balanced opinion that isn’t biased on “me” but now “my”self?
The “I” sees us through life’s mechanics. The “me” is the one who remembers to take a shower in the morning and then remember throughout the day that there is no other number 1 in the world. The “my”self is the broadening that makes sense of this often senseless world. The “my”self is the keeper of what’s important and hoping others consider them as important. The “my”self is the peaceful balance between the work-a-day “I” and the selfish “me.”
The “my”self is the 82 year old who wants to learn the history of China or how a clock works or takes up painting landscape while the “me” is the one counting the remaining pennies and then “I” wonders where all the time went.
I like “my”self more than I like “me.” Or should I say “myself likes myself;” it’s not good English but I think you get the point.