There comes a point when the pursuit of knowledge loses its shine — not because it’s unworthy, but because it reveals itself as unending. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to explore how things work and why they are the way they appear to be. But somewhere along the way, I began to see that information alone isn’t enough — that what we call “knowing” often feels more like forgetting. This piece is a reflective immersion into that shift — from external seeking to internal remembering, from surface learning to soulful resonance.
Tag: unlearning
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.
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.