There is nothing about me that I created. We are all born a blank slate. Everything that I think is, “me” came about through interactions with things outside of me. There’s nothing about me that stems solely from me. As soon as I find something that I think is, “me” I find connections to things not me.
When I bring myself tightly into the moment, I often feel gratitude to everything that gave rise to what I think of as, “me.”