The Weight You Were Never Meant to Carry

There comes a time when the questions change.

Not 'What should I do next?'

But 'Why do I keep needing to be someone?'

You may have done everything right, followed the map, collected the titles, built the life you were told would mean something. And yet, in the quietest hour, something still aches beneath the surface.

Not out of lack, but out of misplacement.

Maybe it’s not that you haven’t arrived.

Maybe you’ve been walking away from yourself all along.

The Brihadaranyaka Upanishad asks:

“When everything has been let go, what remains?”

It’s not emptiness. It’s essence.

you’ve been taught to carry names like armor,

achiever, fixer, thinker, healer,

but the soul has no interest in roles,

it longs for the unshaped,

the raw unfiltered light,

before it was turned into performance,

imagine the sky,

trying to prove its blueness,

the ocean,

trying to validate its depth,

absurd, isn’t it?

and yet we try,

but identity is not truth,

it is only a cloak,

the truth is quieter,

the truth is who you are,

when no one is watching,

and you’re no longer trying,

to watch yourself.

If you feel tired, maybe it’s not the world that’s heavy but the artificial self you’ve been trying to hold up.

Set it down, even for a moment. Feel what remains when the roles dissolve. There, in the stillness, you may not find all the answers but you will feel your original rhythm.

And if that rhythm stirred something wordless in you, let it rise.

As a murmur. A sigh. A silent nod.

No explanation needed, only a return.

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