I travelled all around the world in search of the answer: “Who am I?”
Over mountains, fields, and the depths of the ocean, I kept asking the same question.
I asked everyone along the way. Wise men, passers-by—even monks—kept pointing me in some direction. The answer, they said, lay somewhere high or just beyond the horizon. Some simply shrugged, while others casually pointed to their own hearts.
In every mirror I looked into, I saw a change—but no clear difference.
From the soles of my feet to the crown of my head, the answer to who I was remained always the same.
One day, on a beach, I drew a circle around myself with a stick.
Suddenly, everything came together. A brief shiver ran through me as I stepped out of the circle.
I realized that the “who of I” had always been around me, no matter which direction the wind had taken me.
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Self-forgiveness is not letting yourself off the hook; it’s choosing to grow from what you’ve done, not be chained to it.
