This cute thought came upon me today and we just can’t seem to shake it.
If I can find joy in being myself, it is endless because I am always myself. I can’t really be anybody else – not to my knowledge currently anyway.
This is actually pretty exciting because it means that whatever happens, whoever I feel I may have become, whatever I choose and do, wherever in the grand scheme of things or the vast cosmos we find ourselves, there is always joy in that beingness, at the most basic level.
And this doesn’t even take into account the idea that what we affirm, and experience, and concentrate on inwardly, is automatically reflected in our outward experiences.
This means that not only am I feeling this joy of being me, but/and the Universe I perceive is also feeling and expressing this joyous beingness in myriad ways that are beyond even my own imaginings. This is joy!