There is a momentbefore the world names youwhen you are whole.
Before mirrors, before words, before the long apprenticeship of becoming "someone," you simply are. Breath and light, pulse and possibility.
Then, slowly, the world begins to whisper:
Be this.
Not that.
Stay within the lines.
Smile. Nod. Adapt.
And so begins the quiet forgetting.
We learn to wear ourselves like costumes: polite, acceptable, familiar.
We shrink the infinite into an identity that fits inside other people's comfort.
We trade the rawness of truth for the safety of belonging.
But the cost is subtle and enormous
a slow exile from our own center.
And yet, even in the deepest disconnection, something ancient remembers.
It hums beneath the noise, calling us back through dreams, through ache, through the unbearable beauty of small things:
the warmth of another hand,
the sea's slow breathing,
the moment before tears become words.
This book begins in that hum
at the edge between what we show and what we feel,
between the self we perform and the one that waits beneath,
between me and not-me.
It is not a journey toward perfection, but toward presence.
Not about finding who you are, but remembering you were never lost.
Because belonging is not a place you reach.
It is a rhythm you return to
the steady pulse of life saying, again and again:
You are here.
You are part of this.
You have always belonged.
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