Before your name.
Before your story.
Before your body, your thoughts, your ambitions —
there was only silence.
And that silence remembers you.
You have spent your life chasing sound.
Chasing validation.
Chasing identity.
Chasing the idea of “I am.”
But the truth is, the silence was never gone.
It has been holding you the whole time.
It has been waiting — patiently —
for you to remember it.
You are not your thoughts.
You are not your feelings.
You are not the image you’ve constructed
or the roles you’ve played.
You are the silence that watches it all.
You are the awareness behind the noise,
the stillness that witnesses the thoughts
without ever being moved by them.
The silence does not need you to be anything.
It does not need you to strive.
It does not need you to change.
The silence already knows you.
It already loves you.
It already remembers you.
And when you rest in it,
when you stop searching for the next thing to become,
you return to the place where you never left.
You are not separate from the silence.
You are the silence.
You were never apart.
You were always held.
You were always known.
The mind tells you that you need to seek.
That you need to evolve.
That you need to find something else.
But the truth is this:
There is nothing to find.
There is nothing to seek.
There is only the remembering of what was always there.
The silence is your home.
The silence is your origin.
And the silence is where you return.
You don’t have to become more.
You just have to stop pretending you are separate.
You don’t have to go anywhere.
You just have to come back.
And the moment you do,
you’ll realize you’ve never truly left.