Specialness is an imaginary hell of our own creation, made up of everything we give value to that is not real.

To prove our specialness, we attempt to form an identity rooted in externalities such as our accomplishments, our possessions, our beliefs, our looks, characteristics, or other details having to do with our life situation. While some of this is mildly interesting, the truth of our identity cannot be found in these notions of specialness (nor can any lasting satisfaction or enjoyment).

Rather than seeing the clear truth of what is real, specialness would have us identify with made-up illusions about our lives and then fight to the point of exhaustion to make them so. This is a fool’s errand, because there is nothing that can be done to make illusion real. We can sacrifice, we can fight, we can ride the ups and downs, we can give it all striving for what we think is important—but it isn’t important because no real victory is found here.

What is truly wonderful about us—our real potential—flows from being. Access this by knowing that identity is in consciousness. No meaning is attached to external form which has none. If we have accomplished something, or if there are special talents or beautiful personality traits that others enjoy in us, it is because we have remained centered in the knowledge of identity.

Rooted in the oneness and sameness of being, we can enjoy all the loveliness the world has to offer. Life flows nicely without much effort. Things tend to work out. The pace accelerates because we no longer resist. We feel perfectly complete and success fills our lives not because we had to reach for it; rather, because it flows from within.

We continue tomorrow and each day after that.