The One Who Waited Without Asking

There are seasons in life where you drift.

Not because you are lost, but because the old maps no longer match the terrain. You try to explain it, even to yourself: Why you feel distant? Why the familiar no longer fits?

You wonder if something is wrong with you - this ache, this emptiness, this quiet rebellion against who you once were.

But what if nothing is wrong?

What if this silence is not a failure, but a threshold?

There is a part of you that has never measured your worth by how clear things are. It does not rush to fix, or fill, or force clarity. It simply stays beneath the noise, beneath the names, beneath the identities, beneath the personalities you carry.

And it has been waiting. Not with answers. Not with words. But with silence, with arms open.

The Isha Upanishad reminds us:

“The Self is everywhere. Bright is the Self, indivisible, untouched by sin, wise, immanent and transcendent.”

You do not need to return to who you were. You only need to return to who was always there.

not every path is lit,

not every step explained,

but there is a witness,

still and soft,

waiting without judgment,

it did not leave,

when you got tired,

it did not flinch,

when you let go of the roles,

it is the part of you,

that never needed fixing,

but only,

remembering.

If you find yourself in the in-between, not quite who you were, not yet who you'll become. Just

Pause. Not to fix, but to feel. The one you thought you lost never stopped waiting.

And if something stirred within you, even softly, you are welcome to leave an echo in return.

A word. A pause. A presence.

No need to explain - just echo what moved.

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