But that is who we are. Even the Buddha said it, and later Hume: we are the content of our consciousness, a "bundle" of our impulses, worries, responsibilities, goals, and accomplishments. When you tune all that stuff out... well, to me it's like being somebody else for a while. Nothing is wrong with that, but I see no reason to identify it as your "true" self, as if beneath all the layers of things you actually do and think for most of your waking life there exists something more genuine. The reason it feels so wonderful to re-connect with the idealistic youth in all of us is because we are no longer idealistic youths! I don't discount the value in that experience, but I still disagree that it's anything like connecting with who-we-really-are; I think who-we-really-are is what we are trying to escape from when we remember the days when we could roam free as children. And, of course, that is also part of who we are, as beings who have invented ways to temporarily quiet the chatter in our heads.
What you say is all very fine. Now remember human language necessarily is trope-filled, and figurative, multilevel language is one of the two superpowers that distinguish humans from our cousins. The other "superpower" is grammar, the ability to make sentences, not as a mere aggregate of signs, but as structures which mean more than such an aggregate. Together we get much more meaning than a simple series of signs: we get statements with multiple layers of meaning.
Exactly what you are is what you are. That is an objective truth.
On the other hand, when I imply being minful helps you "discover yourself and "be who you really are" is a rhetorical trope, and understanding tropes is the hallmark of human intelligence. So what do I mean?
I already explained it, but whatever, here I go again:
When people are up to their eyebrows in work, obligations, so-called "priorities", the stresses of modern life (although I don't think it's so modern), we forget what life is really about, that it's not about those ulcers, that collitis, and backaches I'm so livingly nursing until they're festering big and strong. When I am impatient and calling that mʌəfuckəsʌnuvaghzhaauugh driver in front of me a cocksucking muthafuckingsunuvabitch between my teeth... THEN i've forgotten why I'm here for...
... which is? Having the best time possible in this world while helping others to do the same if possible, of course. That's where things like walking in the woods, yoga, painting, meditation and diary writing are for.
If, at this point, you tell me you don't need any of that, that's fine. Some of us are not so lucky. I for one, was born with a genetic propensity for stress and attention deficit--a poisonous concoction which meditation (and yoga, but I haven't tried that) are like custom designed for.
Some of us just happen to need it.
And you won't find a
Patañjali's Witness (

) or couple of Elder Joe and Elder Smith from the Church of the Latter Day Bodhisattvas knocking at your door. What you will find is your local gym offering yoga or a zen center offering, well, nothing, because zen centers are good for one thing only.