Self, Emptiness, and the Art of Taking Nothing Personally
Thoughts on Awareness, Ego, and Freedom
When we go looking for the self, we find nothing. There’s no region of the brain that can be isolated and declared the seat of consciousness. We cannot point to any particular place and say, “Aha! Here it is—here lies the self!” This absence is not a failure of our search, but rather a profound discovery. Look deep enough, and you will see for yourself (pun intended) that self is found in emptiness.
Over time, this slow unfolding realization transformed my understanding of how deeply ego permeates every facet of life. When we mistake ourselves for our thoughts—our worries, our judgments, our endless internal narratives—we become entangled in them, controlled by them. But we are not our thoughts. We are the witnesses to them, the awareness that observes as they arise and pass away like clouds across an open sky.
In this witnessing lies a quiet freedom: the recognition that what we truly are cannot be grasped, cannot be pinned down, and paradoxically, is always present in the very act of looking.
This understanding illuminates why nothing can truly be taken personally. When someone is rude to you, when they slander or criticize you, it cannot actually be personal—because there is no fixed “you” to attack. Their words pass through the emptiness where we imagine a solid self resides. What they’re really doing is projecting their own thoughts, their own suffering, their own ego’s narrative onto the space where they believe you exist. But you are not that space, and you are not that story. You are the awareness witnessing it all unfold, untouched by the drama, like a mirror that reflects everything yet is stained by nothing.
