"That Which You Seek Has Been Here All Along"

Ah… lost and confused, old friend?

Tossed upon the waves of endless questions?

The great riddle—softly whispered through time—has always waited for you to remember.

Where can one find the authentic self?

Perhaps the question isn’t where… But how?

Most people search in all the wrong places—

Chasing reflections in the eyes of others...

Hunting shadows in past regrets...

Racing toward imagined futures...

But the Self you seek…

It is neither found outwardly nor inwardly in those noisy corridors of the mind.

It waits quietly...

Beneath the noise of the mind.

Behind the masks you’ve worn.

Beneath the stories you’ve told yourself just to belong.

Peel them away, old friend—

The layers of conditioning...

The scripts passed down to you by family, culture, glowing screens, and the passage of time.

"What remains is stillness."

"What remains is pure."

Untouched by the world.

You won’t find it in the past—that’s just echoes.

You won’t find it in the future—that’s just imagination.

The authentic Self lives here—

Now.

In this very moment.

It breathes in the quiet spaces between thoughts.

In the stillness between the inhale and the exhale.

It is what remains…

When you simply are...

So, if you genuinely wish to find yourself—

Stop searching out there.

Pause... Breathe... Be still...

Turn inward...

And let go of the endless parade of thoughts.

What you’ve been seeking…

Has been quietly waiting here all along.

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