Identifications are tiring.
When a story is believed and held as true, it tends to create struggle. And that’s tiring.
It takes a lot of energy. It can be draining. It can even impact our health in quite obvious ways.
If it’s that way with just one identification, imagine how tiring it is to have a whole bundle of them, as most of us do. We are, in some ways, bundles of identifications, and that’s tiring.
That’s one of the things we see when we are relieved of identifications and struggle, even if it’s only temporary.
We may be “lifted out” of identifications and glimpse the ease and simplicity of life without. (And the richness and fullness of life without identifications.) We may examine a particular hangup or identification, and find release from it.
We may also discover it through resting with what’s here. Shift from thinking to noticing. Finding ourselves as a whole. Shift from resisting to allowing. Shift from rejecting to holding experience in kind experience. Inquire into beliefs and see that what we thought was happening isn’t. Look for and being unable to find the threat, or deficient self, or command, that initially seemed so real and solid.
I imagine that the struggle from identifications is one of the things that creates old age as our culture often thinks of it. It has little to do with a biological inevitability, and more to do with the effects of accumulated struggles over a lifetime.