You Were Always Already Here

March 1, 2025 Life Lessons No Comments

The door closes behind you.
You take off your shoes, place your keys in the bowl, maybe sigh — not out of tiredness, but something softer. The room is still. Nothing in particular has changed. And yet you feel it.
You’ve come home.

Not a journey, but a return

There are moments in life that feel like arrivals ― not at a destination in the world, but somewhere inside. You don’t know exactly how you got here, and you’re not sure what changed, only that something has settled.

A sense of alignment, perhaps. Or quietness. As if an inner weight has rolled back into place.

The curious thing is: you didn’t feel entirely lost before. You weren’t off track or out of control. Life just went on. And then suddenly — without ceremony — you’re back. But where?

And back from where?

The one who waited

Perhaps this is not about returning to a self you lost but about recognizing a self that was never gone.

A part of you – untouched by the chaos, the ambitions, the doubts – has been quietly present all along. Watching. Waiting, but not impatiently. Not needing to speak over the noise.

Sometimes, you glimpse this self in moments of stillness. Sometimes in love. Sometimes even in sadness, when all the usual structures break down and something deeper steps forward — not to fix, but simply to be there.

This self is not dramatic. It doesn’t demand improvement.
It does not say, “Become better.” It says, “I see you.”

And when you hear it, the strange thought might arise: I was never not here.

The illusion of leaving

We often speak of ‘finding ourselves,’ as if we were misplaced objects. But what if you were never missing? What if everything you did – the striving, the escaping, the wondering – was already happening within the space of who you are?

The sense of ‘coming home’ is not the result of travel — it’s the relaxation of something that was tense. A subtle letting go. There was movement, yes, but no real exile. Like a bird flying in wide circles that always bring it back to the same tree.

And there you are. Not new, not transformed — just recognized.

Presence without proof

This blog offers no technique. There’s nothing to do to make this moment arrive. But perhaps, if you’re quiet, you can sense it now — a small part of you that watches, not from the outside, but from deep within.

Not judging. Not rushing.
Simply witnessing the you who moves through time.

When this part becomes visible, even briefly, it feels like a reunion. But strangely, no introductions are needed. You already know each other.

A step outside of time

And so… maybe you’ve never really left. Maybe all your becoming has been unfolding within the one who already is and who does not move when everything else moves.

The one who does not age in the same way.

The one who was always already here — and still is.

Even now, while you read these words.
Even when you forget again.