Two follies do not add up to wisdom. The first, and at best dreamy, daftness is the belief in a self. As if such a thing existed, as if one could find it somewhere. This is pure fiction because no one is such a singular figure that he or she could speak of a self. Furthermore, this peculiar turn towards some kind of original condition that one strives to recover and implement is a total illusion. The author Ödön von Horváth was much smarter when he stated: “I’m actually totally different.”
The second problem with the term self-realisation lies in the ‘realisation’ because this assumes that something real exists. This too, is at least questionable, definitely not definable, not static and therefore completely useless for this fiction of a self.
One should simply stop that.