Authenticity and Buddhism
I’ve been realizing lately that I have been paying a physical and emotional price for pretending: pretending to still be a Christian, pretending to go along with my family, pretending that I am not planning to move, etc.
When I look at it from a Buddhist perspective, I run into some interesting things. In Buddhism, there is no “you” to be true to. How can you be true to a self that exists only contingently upon various circumstances, that arises interdependently with everything else?
Perhaps I am simply trying (rather unsuccessfully) to be true to some shifting version of myself. I know that my physical health seems to depend to some degree upon my emotional and spiritual honesty with myself. But that self is continuously changing and what I am trying to be true to today bears little resemblance to the self of twenty years ago.
I am trying to be “real,” but a real what? I’ve got some thinking to do.