Isn’t it strange how we change over time? And by the object of change I mean not our outer self but our inner self.
It’s as if at some point we become someone else — a person we never imagined we could become. I’ve had one of these realizations while reflecting on my recent fascination with journalism and news.
I used to be someone who never read newspapers. The reason for that was very simple: The amount of negativity and human suffering on the front pages of most news publications was too overwhelming. It still is now.
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Yet my current self reads books about journalism and starts each day by skimming current headlines. This change, along with other smaller ones that we undergo in life’s constant metamorphosis, completely shattered my belief in a permanent, unchanging self. There’s really “nobody” there.
I’M A NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?
From The Complete Poems of Emily DickinsonI’m a nobody! Who are you?
Are you a nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Complement this self-reflection, accompanied by one of my top picks from “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson,” with Bill Murray and Emily Dickinson on how to read a poem and then revisit Buddhist nun Pema Chodron’s on-the-spot compassion practice “Just Like Me.”
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