We often search for meaning in what we can control — in outcomes, in identity, in the way we are seen by the world. We shape ourselves through expectation, striving toward something that always feels just out of reach. Yet beneath that pursuit lies a quieter truth: we were never meant to become something artificial, but to rediscover what has always been within.
What feels like being lost is not always absence. Sometimes, it is the beginning of awareness. A gentle unfolding. A return.