We come into this world whole—radiant with presence, free of self-image, untouched by shame. But soon, the mind begins to carve reality into slices. Experience fragments into moments. Moments accumulate into memories. And from those memories, we begin to assemble a concept we label a self.
That self—what we often call the ego—is but a collage. It is a personally curated scrapbook of impressions, beliefs, desires, traumas, identities, echoes, and snapshots of how we view ourselves, and how we think the world sees us. Each piece gets shaped by the mind’s attempt to preserve, protect, and define itself in time.
But here lies the irony:
The ego desperately tries to appear whole by defending its scrapbook of fragments.
It fixates on its most painful, pronounced, or prideful curated pieces. It tries to suspend them in time—either to prevent their destruction or else to showcase their value. It becomes obsessively preoccupied with worrying about which parts are acceptable to others, which need to be hidden from view, and which must be attacked when mirrored back by “others” in an unflattering way.
The more fragile a piece feels, the more fiercely the ego will fight to protect it.
The Spotlight of SELF-Consciousness
Whenever a piece of the ego’s identity is triggered—by a passing comment, a perceived slight, or an old emotional imprint—the ego’s inner spotlight flips on. Suddenly, that one piece fills the totality of our awareness.
We become SELF-conscious—not in the graceful sense of awareness, but in a defensive or angry sense of being exposed. A memory, a belief, or an old shame floods back into focus, and the ego snaps into action:
It deflects.
It blames.
It attacks.
It withdraws.
It scrambles to secure a piece of itself that it imagines to be under siege.
But what it’s really defending is a memory—an echo of pain, a sliver of identity. Something past.
The Ego’s Impossible Task
The ego’s effort to hold all its pieces in perfect, suspended animation was doomed from the start. Experience moves. Feelings shift. Stories evolve. None of the ego’s fragments are fixed or solid—because life itself is not fixed.
Trying to preserve an identity built on impermanent pieces leads to an exhausting cycle of self-surveillance and social reactivity. The ego becomes a museum curator of personal history, forever polishing artifacts it hopes will secure it love, safety, or approval.
But we are not meant to live as fragmented public exhibits of ourselves.
The Return to Peacefulness
There is another way of being.
Not constructed. Not defended.
Not pieced together, but radiating from within.
Not a “who”, but how.
That way is Presence—the seamless field of soulfulness that has never been split or broken. It is not made of time, nor does it exist within time. It is not concerned with identity or self-objectification. It does not arise from memory, nor does it live in reactivity or anxiously project the future.
Presence describes what remains once the self-conscious pieces and sharpest edges of the hyper-vigilant ego begin to soften, and to relax.
And even in our most self-conscious moments, Presence remains quietly right here, right now—waiting silently to be remembered.
The Bridge: Self-Awareness
Between the ego’s fragmentation and the soul’s peacefulness lies a sacred, emergent capacity: Self-awareness.
Self-awareness doesn’t join in the ego’s panic. It doesn’t turn the spotlight up hotter or brighter. Instead, it brings in a soft, diffuse light that surrounds, interpenetrates, and tenderly caresses even the most fragile pieces of ego, all without judgment.
Through grace, compassion, wisdom, and peaceful intentionality, Self-awareness reminds the ego that it is really not under attack. That no single piece will ever be more important than the whole. That the “whole” has never been in danger, because we were never merely the pieces that our ego has captured and stored.
In that illumined moment of recognition, self-consciousness can return to the fullness of Presence.
Not by force. Not by fixing. Not by punishing ourselves, or injuring others.
But by releasing the illusion that we need to be held together.
From Fragment to Field
Soulfulness doesn’t need us to perfect the collage. It only needs us to stop clinging hungrily to the scraps that we have been gathering obsessively, and that we hope can represent us in the world.
The gift of understanding that emergent Self-awareness offers is this:
We can never preserve the pieces.
But we can always return to Presence.
That peacefulness is who we truly are.
And it is already and forever right here, right now.
Waiting…
Whole…
And completely filled with boundless creative potential.
Welcome to the peacefulness of Presence.
Oh my goodness, talk about synchronicities! I needed that message exactly at this moment. Thank you so much for being the wonderful soul that you are, and sharing it with all of us.
This is beautiful. I love the scrapbook imagery. You’ve captured something that I’ve felt but never put into words.
I find myself at mid-life, my last baby about to leave for college, my body/mind changing with perimenopause, and the future far more uncertain than I pictured it being when I imagined being 48 years old. As a writer, I tend to want to synthesize my experience into a piece of writing that makes me make sense and/or helps others, but I’m finding that even that is just feeling…. Silly.
I can write myself into a veritable hall of mirrors with all the walls carefully-curated to frame my choices, foibles, and losses in a way that “explains” and “justifies” them. My Ego Scrapbook is a false reality and rather than garnering me the connection (and in some cases absolution) I so crave, it becomes a new prison. “This is me! Love me! See how good I am? See how innocent I was when I fucked up?” is what my scrapbook would say if it had a voice. But that reduces those I most love to two-dimensional figures that prop up my scrapbook/collage. I love them too much to keep doing that.
Those of us who are artists and writers but who were raised in a way that caused love to be hitched to performance and appearance have a choice: to use our creativity on these ego projects, or to create new things. I guess I’m not sure how to do the new way? That’s what I’m thinking is next though.