I kept looking at myself in the mirror for a while… The face is the same, but there is some blur in the eyes. Maybe that me who used to ask questions once, is now tired of becoming the answer. Everyday life, the needs of relationships, the silence of responsibilities – somewhere snatched my own voice from me. And then one day, as if an old dream knocks on the door of the heart – "Come on… should we go to meet ourselves?"

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Have you ever felt that we are not lost, we just fade away a little bit every day. Like the dream that used to grow in our eyes… now only hurts before we go to sleep. Or the fear that we cover with a smile of ‘everything is fine’. Gradually we start playing so many roles that the real “I” goes behind the curtain. And one day, even when everything is right… something feels empty. From there the soul quietly says – “Now you find yourself… I am waiting.”

Do you ever feel that you are not what you were meant to be? While trying to understand others all day, sometimes your own mind seems unfamiliar. I feel like laughing, but I don't know why. We work because everyone is doing it - and how can we stay behind? In fact, we have made ourselves look good in the eyes of others. A polished version - which smiles in the photo... but is silent from within.

Sometimes it seems that the whole world is tired of talking… And then suddenly silence starts resonating – so deeply that it arises from within us. In that silence a soft voice emerges – Our own. In the beginning we feel scared… talking to ourselves feels like a stranger. But gradually we understand – this stranger is the closest to us. When I asked myself, “Are you happy?” Then my lips did not move… but my heart said something – Perhaps… what is stuck in my breath is the real answer.

Have you ever thought - Is the one we are searching for, also waiting for us? Maybe this search is not one-sided... Maybe our soul is also holding on to some thread Which is pulling us towards our truth... Do we really ever get lost? Or else...that is all we do - We recognize ourselves late.

Even now I don't know myself completely... But now the paths don't seem unfamiliar. Every morning is a small step towards that part of me Which was once lost. Maybe a person can never find himself completely... But when we realize for the first time that "I was lost" - That is the moment when we turn towards ourselves.

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