Every day you get better, smarter, more accomplished, yet something feels missing.

The world offers endless distractions, careers to build, skills to master, and knowledge to gather.

Each path promises fulfillment, meaning, and success. There's always another level to reach, another milestone ahead.

It's like being in an infinite library where each book you open leads to ten more fascinating books.

Soon, you're deep in the stacks, discovering incredible things, but you've forgotten why you came in the first place.

These pursuits, while valuable, often serve as elegant diversions from the core question: Who are you, really?

Not your job, your knowledge, or your achievements. But the consciousness behind all of it. The awareness that's been present through every change, every achievement, every failure.

What if all this striving, all this becoming, has been keeping you from discovering what you already are?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​