Ego and Connecting to Content
It snowed the past couple of days, and yesterday my wife and I started to created a snow turtle. The turtle turned into an igloo then it turned into a snow bird. During the process of creation I found myself becoming attached to the snow bird. I became fearful that I might accidentally damage it or that another person might damage it on purpose. It was as if I was connected to the snow bird. Now I know that the snow bird is made of snow, and that eventually the snow will melt. However, I was afraid that the snow bird may become damaged before that natural melting process occurred, or even before the creation process was complete. When my neighbor came outside and started asking questions about what we were making I also noticed a fear of rejection. The connection between the snow bird and myself seemed very strong. It was just a mound of snow, but it was very precious to me. I built it. I mixed my labor with it. It was mine and it was me. Fundamentally, I am made out of the same stuff as the snow. The atomic particles are arranged differently, but we are made of the same stuff. However, it is still confusing to me why I feel so vulnerable about a silly snow bird. Why does everything have to be perfect? What is the difference between the sun melting it and someone criticizing it or kicking it?
