M. SCOTT MORRIS: World can't interfere with True Selves

A friend’s been trying to convince me that we all have a True Self.
There’s a constant part of each and every one of us. It doesn’t change, so it was there before our mothers knew they were eating for two, and it’ll be there after our eyes close for the last time.
My friend also calls it the Center, and I suppose you could call it the Soul. It’s whatever links us to God.
This part of us doesn’t care about the laundry or ringtones or Babe Ruth rookie cards. The more time we spend in the ordinary world with its broken taillights and political campaigns, the further we are from our True Selves.
When I make a call from the Mighty Daily Journal, I’ll often refer to myself as “Scott from the Journal.”
On one level, that’s certainly true, but there were many years when I wasn’t “Scott from the Journal,” so it’s a temporary role, even though it keeps the lights on at the Morris manse.
During a recent camping trip, I was the guy who could do a halfway decent impersonation of an Englishman. You’ll probably never get to hear my routine because it’s a role I’ll perform only in certain situations.
On the serious side, I’ve been in the room when my Granddaddy died, and later when my Mama Ree died. Those were specific moments, when nothing else in the world mattered.
I experienced something similar when each of my kids were born. I was awed by the idea of them, and barely had enough brain power to remember to breathe, much less to worry about the cost of college.
The ordinary world slips away in those essential moments, but not for long.
Pretty soon, you have to figure out what you’re going to wear to the funeral because your gray pants haven’t fit since who knows when.
I don’t like to complain about my experiences when my wife was busy delivering the children, but after a while, I realized how much my back ached from bending over the hospital bed and giving breathing advice for hours.
The magic moment with the new baby was gone, as I wondered where in the hospital I could get a pair of Tylenol that wouldn’t cost $100 a piece.
My friend says that constant place, that Center, is always accessible, no matter what’s going on around us. We don’t need a big, life-changing event to connect with it.
Lord knows, there are days when it feels like you’ve been 10 different people before lunch, then you pack in a few more people before the microwave warms up last night’s leftovers.
Then again, you might be a rock, who understands the value of returning to God throughout the day.
If so, I doubt there are many like you. If people spent more time with their True Selves, most of the world’s problems would fix themselves.
Besides, the world really doesn’t create those problems. We do.
M. Scott Morris is a Daily Journal entertainment writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or scott.morris@djournal.com.

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