Where Do I Go When I’m Nowhere?

There are hours when the outer world feels close, yet I feel far from myself.

Not absent, not numb, just… misaligned.

Like a melody hummed beneath noise, waiting to be heard in full.

Who am I when I’m not seen, not becoming, not useful?

Where do I go when I am no one to anyone?

We fill our days with chores, emails, calls, messages, meetings, small talk, scrolls. But beneath the doing, there’s a whisper, soft but relentless:

“What if the life you built came at the cost of the one you were born with?”

From Ashtavakra Gita:

“You are not the body, nor is the body yours. You are not the doer, nor the enjoyer. You are pure Awareness. The witness of all things.”

Read that again.

What if the ‘you’ you’ve fought to become was never yours to begin with?

they kept leaving breadcrumbs,

in the shape of achievements,

hoping one day they’d lead home,

but the trail circled back,

to an ache that never shouted,

only lingered,

they had become so many things,

dependable, likable, resilient,

but not quite whole,

until the moment came,

not loud, not grand,

just still,

a presence not earned,

only remembered,

like the sky after fog,

not changed, only seen.

Let this not be something you “get” or “grasp.” Let it sit beside you like a quiet companion.

You don’t need to respond to life by becoming more. Sometimes, the invitation is to become less, to drop what is not yours.

You’re not falling apart. You’re shedding what was never truly you.

You’re not lost. You’re on your way back, inward.

If something softened, opened, or stirred inside you, echo it back.

A silence. A sigh. A sentence.

No need to explain. Just share what moved.

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