I’m inclined to think that when we live in our true selves, we experience true rest.
For instance, when I’m connected to my true self — living out of and aware of the self that is uniquely me — my entire being fills with rest and calm, even if I’m busy washing the dishes in the sink or picking up the mail at the post office or driving in heavy traffic.
There is something about the true self that both enlivens and calms us, at one and the same time.
This is a different kind of rest than the rest we gain through sleep. It is a kind of rest — a consonance of being, I suppose you could say — that we find in our living, waking hours.
Conversely, I find that the false self exhausts us.
There’s so much self-management, self-monitoring, and worry found there. The false self exists in a constant state of self-preservation and self-promotion. We fear we will cease to matter or cease to exist if we let up our preserving and promoting.
But the true self lives in a state of rest. A state of harmony and peace.
Here, there is no worry. Here, there is no fear of death.
Where do you find the rest of your true self in your life right now? How easy or hard is it for you to access that rest and that true self inside you? What do you need to access it more faithfully?