Ah, lost and confused, old friend? Tossed upon the waves of endless questions, are you?
The great riddle, softly whispered through the corridors of time, patiently waits for you to remember.
Where can one find the authentic self?
Perhaps the better question is not where… but how?
Perhaps the better question is not where… but how?
You see, most wander through life searching in all the wrong places—
Chasing reflections in the eyes of others,
Hunting shadows in past regrets,
Or racing toward imagined futures.
Hunting shadows in past regrets,
Or racing toward imagined futures.
But the Self you seek…
The true Self…
It does not live in those noisy corridors of the mind.
It dwells beneath the clamor—beneath the parade of thoughts, identities, desires, and expectations.
It waits quietly behind the masks you’ve worn.
The faces you’ve stitched together to fit in.
The stories you’ve told yourself to belong.
The true Self…
It does not live in those noisy corridors of the mind.
It dwells beneath the clamor—beneath the parade of thoughts, identities, desires, and expectations.
It waits quietly behind the masks you’ve worn.
The faces you’ve stitched together to fit in.
The stories you’ve told yourself to belong.
"Peel them away—
Strip back the layers of conditioning.
The borrowed scripts handed to you by family, culture, the glowing screens, and time itself."
And what remains, old friend?
A radiant presence.
Still.
A radiant presence.
Still.
Pure.
Untouched by the world.
This is your original face—
The self you were before you ever arrived on this spinning sphere.
This is your original face—
The self you were before you ever arrived on this spinning sphere.
But take heed, old friend:
You will not find this self in the past—that is but a museum of echoes.
Nor will you find it in the future—that is merely imagination’s playground.
"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—
The peace, the contentment, the quiet wholeness you seek—
Stop searching out there....
Pause...
Breathe...
Be still...
Stop chasing the endless parade of thoughts.
Begin to peel away all that you are not.
You are not this body.
You are not these fleeting thoughts.
You are not the roles you’ve been handed.
Nor the layers of conditioning wrapped around you like old garments.
The stories you’ve been told about who you should be,
And the tales you tell yourself about the world.
Strip it all back.
Let it fall.
Be here.
Be now.
And when the layers fall away, you'll see—
What remains has always been known:
You were never truly lost.
Just briefly forgotten."
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