The forgotten spark within...

You weren’t sent here just to function, follow, and fade. You were sent to awaken to remember. But early on, the world whispered lies wrapped in love. Be good, be normal and be like us. And so began the quiet surrender. You learned to silence your questions, to shrink your wonder, to wear masks that smiled while your soul watched from behind: still, unseen, waiting. It wasn’t that you lacked depth. You simply never knew your depths were sacred. You began thinking like others because the world rarely celebrates those who dare to think for themselves.

And gradually, without protest, the divine blueprint within you was buried...beneath duty, beneath fear, beneath the exhausting weight of becoming someone acceptable. But that inner voice never left. The one that tugs when you're still. The one that rises when you're alone. That’s not restlessness, it’s remembrance. You are made of a million lived moments... broken hopes, breathtaking joys, sleepless nights, unspoken dreams.

That is your soul’s curriculum. That is your wisdom. It was never missing. It was never outside you. It has always been encoded in your being. You weren’t incomplete, only misdirected. And the life you quietly long for the one that visits you in passing thoughts and heart-deep aches...is not some distant fantasy. It is a memory. A memory of the life your soul knows it came here to live. A life where you don’t perform, but become. Where your truth is not compromised for applause. Where success feels like alignment, not achievement. You’re not here to live someone else’s story. You’re here to reclaim the sacredness of your own.

An unlived life isn’t just a loss for you, it’s a silence in the symphony of the universe. And you? You were meant to sing. Don’t silence the nightingale inside.

Sing.

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