As a person, a mere mind/body, I’m a bundle of memories and habits, fears and desires, obsessions and aversions, likes and dislikes. This is just a temporary arrangement. I am not a carry-on.
The personality is built on whatever we identify with. One man is a sports fan; another, a Scientologist. A third man watches pornography; a fourth hyper-cleans his car. Whatever we think or do habitually is the personality. Donald Winnicott called it the false self.
The truth reveals itself only when we have consciously abandoned the false—our habits and dependencies; our fears and expectations; our knee-jerk negativity and every one of the ideas we hold about ourselves.
Whatever defines us, confines us. (Put the man without a role on suicide watch.) Our most severe confinement is a self-limitation—the memory-based personality, comprising the habits and preferences of a momentary self.
Some of us have a tendency to hold forth, to speechify. Awareness of this stops it. But the awareness must be right there, in the moment of loquacity.