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We often mistake emotion for identity.
Sadness comes — and we say this is me.
Anger burns — and we say this is who I am right now.
Joy arrives — and we cling to it as if it defines us.
But emotion is movement.
Texture. Weather. Flavor.
Imagine tasting dark chocolate.
It melts slowly — rich, bitter, sweet.
It fills the senses. For a moment, it feels total.
Yet the taste is not the one tasting.
In the same way, emotion fills awareness —
but awareness is never altered by it.
Happiness is tasted.
Grief is tasted.
Excitement, tenderness, longing — tasted.
Each leaves a trace.
Each dissolves.
What remains is the quiet field
in which all flavors appear.
We do not need to reject emotion.
We do not need to become it.
We can let it melt.
We can feel it fully.
And notice that what we are has not shifted at all.
Rest there.
