“When You Depart This World, You Carry Nothing But Who You’ve Become.”

Consider this, old friend…

You’ve built,
You've achieved,
You've conquered—with grit,
with smarts...
with sleepless nights....
and burning dreams.
You’ve worn titles like armor,
Collected possessions like badges—and still, the clock keeps ticking.

But listen closely…
For the hour is growing late,
And this world of matter—of names and numbers—
Will not follow you beyond the veil.
You came in naked.
Innocent...
Unnamed...

Unmasked...
Vulnerable, yes...
but untouched by the world’s illusions.
And when you depart—
You’ll take nothing...
Not your name...
Not your function...
Not your race...

Not your religion...

Not your roles,

...or your regrets.

For none of that was ever truly you.
Now is the time, dear friend.
Not to achieve more—
But to uncover what was buried beneath the noise.
To peel away the labels,
The masks handed to you by history, family, screens, and society.
Strip it all away.
The “I am this” and “I am that.”
Until you return to the root:
I AM.
No description.
No condition.
No addition needed.
Just I AM and nothing more.
And that, old friend…
Is the sacred flame of your being—naked and eternal—
That is what you’ll carry with you... And
Nothing else.

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