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hmmm. practice= difficult, then less difficult, then even less difficult, then pretty easy, then easy and then the next aspect of self that is aching to evolve presents itself and the whole thing starts again. "Where" am "I"? hahaha. brutal. This has not been easy. I have so much to say, but I'm going to go ahead and give myself a break here and not be so serious about it all. Maybe the question I want to be asking is actually, Who am I? Who am I? Am I these failures- these mistakes that I have made? Am I my successes? What is success anyway? To me success is happiness...I can't be happiness can I? So I'm not happiness, I'm not sadness, I'm not depression, I'm not hate, I'm not any of the things that I feel. I'm not any of the things that I think. I am not my sensations because I can observe my sensations. I am doing the feeling. I am doing the seeing. I am doing the thinking. I am doing the sensing. All of these things are what the real I is doing, but none of them define that real I. So Who am I? these difficult feelings that I am experiencing are not my True Face.