If a man in the street were to pursue his self, what kind of guiding thoughts would he come up with about changing his existence?
He would perhaps discover that his brain is not yet dead, that his body is not dried up, and that no matter where he is right now, he is still the creator of his destiny.
He can change this destiny by taking his one decision to change seriously, by fighting his petty resistance against change and fear, by learning more about his mind, by trying out behavior which fills his real need, by carrying out concrete acts rather than conceptualizing about them, by practicing to see and hear and touch and feel as he has never before used these senses, by creating something with his own hands without demanding perfection, by thinking out ways in which he behaves in a self-defeating manner, by listening to the words that he utters to his wife, his kids, and his friends, by listening to himself, by listening to the words and looking into the eyes of those who speak to him, by learning to respect the process of his own creative encounters and by having faith that they will get him somewhere soon.
We must remind ourselves, however, that no change takes place without working hard and without getting your hands dirty.
There are no formulae and no books to memorize on becoming.
I only know this: I exist. I am. I am here. I am becoming. I make my life and no one else makes it for me.
I must face my own shortcomings, mistakes, and transgressions.
No one can suffer my non-being as I do, but tomorrow is another day, and I must decide to leave by bed and live again.
And if I fail, I don’t have the comfort of blaming you or life or God.
(Joseph Zinker, On Public Knowledge and Personal Revelation, 1976)