There comes a time in life — perhaps around now —
when the mirror no longer shows you who you truly are.
You begin to see past the reflection.
Past the skin, past the stories, past the years.
And something ancient within whispers:
This is not the whole of you.
You are not this body, though you honor its journey.
You are not this name, though it has carried meaning.
You are not your roles, your records, your regrets.
You are the breath that watches breath.
The space between thought and silence.
The still witness, untouched by time.
There is a freedom that comes not from running away,
but from remembering what was never bound.
This life — this precious, fleeting, aching, beautiful life —
is not all there is.
It is a doorway. A passage. A single note in a vast eternal song.
The body ages. The soul does not.
You were not truly born — only revealed.
And you will not truly die — only return.
Just as the ocean doesn’t fear the wave’s retreat,
the soul does not fear the turning of the tide.
Because it knows — nothing real is ever lost.
Nothing eternal can be destroyed.
And so now, at this sacred crossroad of life,
you walk with deeper reverence.
You feel the divine in your breath, in the trees,
in the quiet gaze of another soul who remembers too.
What lies ahead is not just time —
it is deepening.
Shedding what was never truly you.
Embracing what has always been.
No longer caught in the illusion of beginnings and endings,
you begin to live with your feet on the earth
and your spirit stretched across galaxies.
You are not the wave.
You are the water.
And the ocean has never been afraid of itself.
— © Donna Gracia Bella, All Rights Reserved.
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