Inner and outer battles

Sometimes I feel like I’m walking a line. A Thin Red Line. A battle between essence, ego and inner critic. But is it really a battle to be waged?  Or is it an imaginary war that I can never win, that exists solely in my stories, my egoic structure? Perhaps it’s simply about noticing, naming, and accepting the whole of my humanity. The messy parts along with the part I imagine being “together”.  Not fighting. Not resisting. But recognizing the humanity in it all and finding a way to co-exist.

So this is my internal battle. Is the reality of my external battles quite similar, whether it be warring with my friends, my lover, my parents or other countries? Is it all about stories I create and imagine? Stories that become overwhelming. That become my reality, my truth. My commitment. My obsession.