I am what I am, what others think, say or do is their thinking, their desire, their vision, their needs, their admiration, their hate, their fear, their own view of Reality, their own reflection coming out of their every gesture, tone, inflection and facial expression.
The moment I ponder and feel: their thoughts, their desire, their vision, their needs, their admiration, their hate, their fear, their view Reality etc I am not “I”, the “I” becomes immersed into “them”.
Or to sum it up from what someone told me, ‘what others think is not my business’.
But who or what am “I” ?