This morning, my effort is to see the truth about myself; to see that most of what I am is acquired automatic, mechanical thoughts and reactions to whatever appears in front of me; the truth that for most of my day, most of my life, I disappear into whatever thoughts and activities present themselves and cease to exist because I don’t sense myself.  

I have to see and accept that I don’t wish to see this truth; I prefer to disappear into that sleep.  It’s comfortable, familiar.  

But, this morning, for a few minutes, I wish to see this truth; I wish to remember that I exist; I wish to see how I am, in my life, in my deepest internal world.  When I’m able to accept this truth, to be present to it, then, sometimes, something opens, something else appears, something else is possible, but only if I’m willing to see the truth about myself.

"Now we can define suffering at this stage as the consequence of the difference between things as we think they are and things as they really are."  Franklin Earnest III, Transitional Man 

There is almost nothing that can be said in response, if I'm able to truly see this.  I am released from unnecessary suffering, if I'm able to stand in front of reality, this minute, and accept it; accept what's real outside myself, accept what's true inside myself.  

I may dislike what's so, and that's part of the truth, but what's real is real.  I may dream of what I will do to change it but thus the suffering begins.  What's so, this instant, is real.  Being in the midst of it, releases me.