The Illusion Of Me

Before the world told you who to be, there was a moment of pure awareness — the real you, silently watching beneath the noise, waiting for every layer to peel away until only truth remained.

You’ve worn a thousand names, played a thousand roles — but none have ever truly been you.

So, who are you really?

It’s a question that cuts far deeper than it first appears.

Most answer with a name, a birthplace, a title, or a collection of memories.

But none of these are you.

They are stories — identifiers, labels — convenient for the world to recognize you, but not the essence of who you are.

You are not the name people call you. That is merely a sound.

You are not the place where you were born. That is only geography.

You are not the experiences that shaped your body or your past.

They are chapters in your story — roles you play to move through this world.

Useful, yes. But temporary.

Look closer.

You might say, “I am my thoughts.”

But who is it that notices the thoughts arise and fade?

You might say, “I am my emotions.”

But who is it that feels them — and knows they are passing?

Everything you experience is simply something you are aware of.

The real you is the one who watches it all —

The silent presence behind every word, every feeling, every memory.

You are the consciousness that sees through the eyes, hears through the ears, feels through the skin —

And yet remains untouched by what is seen, heard, or felt.

And when you finally awaken to this truth… a great freedom opens.

You stop chasing identities.

You stop clinging to names and narratives.

You simply remember yourself.

You are the witness.

The awareness.

The stillness behind the noise.

And in that stillness — you rediscover your truest self.

If you enjoyed this reflection, you may also like my book Awaken Within: The Book of Knowledge — https://www.amazon.com/-/en/dp/B0FVFSKVWV