Can I live without me?

Yes! I can live without me, and you can live without you, and every day each of us lives without a me for a few seconds here and there without realizing it. Those times when we forget ourselves.

When attention drops its clutch on the me (which is only an idea in awareness) then activity carries on exactly the same - eating, walking, talking, working, playing, thinking, seeing, etc. Action flows just fine without me. It's erroneous to believe that a me is needed for life to occur or for anything to get done.

Misery and stress are outcroppings of the me-idea. Where is misery without a me?

It's hard to say what I am, but it is possible to discern what I am not. It's possible to see that the me is not who I am, it is just a bunch of mind-stuff. As the things I believed myself to be are peeled away (through seeing they are not who I am) then what's left is who I am. It can't be boxed or put into language very well; who we are will always be as different from words as a finger pointing at the moon is different from the moon.

What's left of me without a me? Awareness. The fullness of being alive in this moment. When the me and true nature are mixed up, there is confusion and suffering. The very structure of language and syntax reflects how deeply this case of mistaken identity is embedded into human consciousness.

Yet it's not hard to be extricated from the entire morass of mind-stuff. It's as simple as being present with this breath, it's as easy as being alive and aware in this moment. With me or without me, life itself is great.