The syntax of illusion

I am. An incomplete sentence. It creates a feeling of anticipation for what comes next, for what's missing. It raises the question "what" or "who"? Syntactically, it needs a subject complement.

"A subject complement is a word or phrase that follows a linking verb and identifies or describes the subject". The verb has to link the subject with an identity. The subject complement is not just optional; it is a core element of the clause.

This is what we are being taught at school. This is what we are being taught even before school, just in a different context. From our very first breath, we are welcomed with complements (and compliments).

-Their child

-A sibling

-Beautiful

-Healthy

-Heavy

-Restless

-An heir

-A certain sports team's fan

The list is endless. Every subject complement holds a certain weight of responsibility that the subject inherits just by coming into this life.

The "I am" needs identities, which are core elements of the human existence. First, it's the identities they wear on us. Then, we either stay true to them and make them ours, or we struggle to strip them off and discover our own. Either way, we strive to be and to become something or someone. Positive or negative. Identity can attach to either pole.

-A parent

-A partner

-Successful

-Famous

-Inspiring

-Humble

-A billionaire

-A missionary

-A teacher

-The best student

or even

-Ruthless

-A victim

-Misunderstood

-Infamous

-The black sheep

-An Avenger

-A savior

-A failure

-A player

-An underdog

These roles, these identities, these ego cloaks write our whole narrative. How we act, how we react, where we bleed, where we numb. Our successes, our dramas, our past, our future. Sometimes it feels like we want or need so badly to be something that even when we become it, it doesn't bring the peace or completeness we imagined and anticipated. It's like we forget to experience the pure state of it, like we cling to the title, the role, the badge.

We come into this life, and we forget, indeed, about the unity, the infinity, the wholeness. We find ourselves limited within a body, and we come into the density, and we believe the illusions. The veil is thinning, indeed, more and more, we start to connect once again with our soul essence, we start to remember, we get glimpses, we expand.

But what if the biggest lie, the biggest illusion, the biggest oblivion is that the "I am" needs something to complete it and define it?

What if the truest healing is starting to live and experience life from enoughness and unconditional worthiness? From a space where "I am" is a full sentence.