The Return to What We Are
We arrived in this world untouched. Innocent. Open. Alive with wonder.
Everything felt new. Every sound, every color, every moment carried mystery and awe. Life was not yet a problem to solve, but a miracle to experience. We were like a pure stem rising from the earth, simple, open, ready to grow toward the light.
At first, we learned through observation. Through experience. Through feeling. But slowly, something began to change. We learned to divide. To compare. To judge. We learned fear, pride, insecurity, resentment, and the endless habit of labeling life as good or bad, success or failure, worthy or unworthy.
And layer by layer, the simplicity of our being became covered.
What was once a clear and living stem became hidden beneath protection, conditioning, identities, beliefs, and emotional armor. Like petals closing around themselves, we learned to defend, to hide, to become someone. The world taught us who to be, and little by little, we forgot what we already were.
Yet somewhere beneath all those layers, the original essence remains untouched.
This is why the spiritual path is not truly about becoming. It is about remembering.
The journey inward begins the moment we start to see clearly. We begin to notice the conditioning, the masks, the endless patterns we inherited and repeated unconsciously. And with awareness comes another process: peeling away. Letting go. Detaching. Emptying. Undoing.
Not destroying ourselves, but uncovering ourselves.
What we spent years building unconsciously, we must now learn to release consciously. Not because we are broken, but because what we added was never our deepest nature.
The path of awakening is not the creation of a new self. It is the quiet return to what existed before fear, before conditioning, before the world told us who we had to be.
And perhaps this is the great longing hidden within every human being: not the desire to become more, but the desire to finally come home to what has always been there.
Because beneath every layer, every wound, every story, there is still something pure within you… waiting to bloom again. We were never meant to become someone else, only to remember who we have always been.
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Author: Maurice "Mao" Correa
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