A subtle cage can feel more secure than the open sky — until the moment you realize the walls were never real, and the way through was always yours to choose.
Tag: self-realization
A life is rarely one life. We evolve through countless small endings and beginnings — each one a quiet death, each one a rebirth. Transformation isn’t an event but a continual unfolding, a long remembering of who we truly are.
This is not a guide, and it’s not meant to teach or preach. It’s a remembrance. A meditation on what we’ve lost, what we’ve been taught to forget, and what calls to be reclaimed. We move through life absorbing so much — beliefs, rules, limits, identities — not realizing we’re carrying stories that aren’t ours. This reflection is a kind of unweaving. A peeling back of the layers. A way to speak directly to the soul and remind it: you were always more than this. You still are.
For as long as humans have pondered existence, we’ve been fed conflicting answers about who we are, why we’re here, and what it all means. Religions, philosophies, and spiritual movements have twisted fundamental truths, leaving people searching for something they were never separate from in the first place. The soul, spirit, and Source have been fragmented into confusing, often contradictory ideas — but in reality, they are one seamless whole. This is not about salvation, ascension, or evolution. It’s about recognition — seeing through the illusion of separateness and remembering what has always been true.
For thousands of years, humanity has sought to understand its place in the cosmos, attempting to define the intangible aspects of existence — what animates us, what transcends us, and what ultimately connects us to something greater. Among these explorations, the distinction between soul and spirit has been one of the most enduring, yet remains deeply misunderstood.