Why do some of us treat the ego like an enemy or like something that needs to be conquered or mastered?

Who or what should conquer or master it anyways?

Love? The one that’s already been here all along anyways?

The ego

just wanders too.

Looking

for true love.

For the place that it came from originally.

„I yearn for Love“ ego says.

„Please pet me, stroke me, let me feel.“

„Let me rest in your wild, tender embrace, motherly God so I may remember and rest my weary eyes.“

And the human wanders on…remembering, forgetting, remembering, resting, exploring, hurting, loving…longing, arriving..🌀