You were never meant to chase forever.
You were never meant to starve on the edge of awakening,
always reaching, never arriving.
The fire inside you —
the hunger, the longing, the ache —
was never asking you to earn your way back.
It was reminding you that you were already home.
You sought teachers, maps, signs in the sky.
You climbed mountains made of your own mind.
You broke your body trying to reach what was already
sitting silently in your chest.
You thought suffering would sanctify you.
You thought the more you lost, the closer you would get.
You thought God was a prize for the worthy.
But the truth?
The truth laughs gently in your face —
not to mock you, but to free you.
There is nothing left to seek.
Nothing left to chase.
Nothing to win, nothing to lose.
The seeking collapses when you realize:
you are sitting in the treasure chest
you spent lifetimes looking for.
There are no ladders to climb.
No gates to storm.
No finish line to cross.
There is only the stillness of now,
blooming open inside you like a sun you forgot you carried.
When the seeking ends,
life doesn’t end.
It begins.
You don’t stop moving.
You just stop running.
You don’t stop loving.
You just stop begging for it.
You don’t stop living.
You just stop dying inside every moment that tells you
“not yet.”
Not one more step is needed.
Not one more battle must be won.
You can rest now.
You can breathe now.
You can remember.
Welcome home.