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.
Tag: unlearning
Some thoughts come not from intention, but from encounter — a phrase, a meme, a misquote that stirs something deeper. What began as a passing glance at a questionable Rumi quote led, as these things sometimes do, into a dialogue on language, distortion, mysticism, and meaning. What follows is a shared tracing of poetic lineage — not just of words, but of what endures beneath them.