The Journey
We do not remember each other only because we have met in the past, but also because we are already united in the future.
And perhaps that is why time is never enough to explain what happens between two souls.
There is a moment that does not belong to time.
It does not begin, and it does not end.
It is not measured in hours, nor in days.
It simply exists, like a quiet light that cannot be extinguished, like a presence that asks for no proof.
In that moment, everything has already happened.
Every meeting, every touch, every glance that will ever occur already exists there.
Not as memory,
but as a truth that does not depend on the order of events.
And perhaps that is why, when two souls meet, they do not search for each other.
They recognize each other.
Not because they have found one another,
but because they have never been separated.
Not only because they remember,
but because they already know.
A knowing that does not come from thought,
but from something deeper than reason, something that exists before every word.
Sometimes that knowing comes as restlessness.
As a silence that becomes too loud.
As a feeling that something is missing, even when everything is in its place.
As a call you cannot explain, yet cannot ignore.
And we call it love.
But love is not a beginning.
Nor is it an end.
It does not arise, and it does not disappear.
It is proof that something exists beyond time, beyond cause, beyond logic.
That somewhere, in a space we cannot see, we have already met.
That somewhere, without doubt and without fear, we have already chosen.
And while here we try to understand, to find each other, to touch,
there we are already one.
Without distance.
Without questions.
Without the need to prove anything.
That is why the heart recognizes before the mind.
That is why silence speaks louder than words.
That is why a single glance can sometimes say more than entire lifetimes.
That is why some people do not enter our lives.
They do not come.
They return.
Not only from the past,
but also from the future that is already waiting for us.
From a moment that already exists, even though we have not yet reached it.
Because in the Universe, the past, the present, and the future are not separate.
They happen at the same time.
Only we move through them, believing that we are going forward.
But the truth is different.
We are not moving toward something new.
We are approaching something that already exists.
And that is why nothing that is real is ever lost.
It does not disappear.
It does not end.
It only waits for its moment to happen.
When two people become silent deeply enough,
it is not the bodies that touch.
It is the silence within them that recognizes itself.
It is not hope that keeps us alive.
It is the memory of something we have already lived.
And there, where there is no effort,
something is born that does not belong to time.
It does not begin.
It does not end.
It simply exists.
We only need to REMEMBER WHO WE ARE
and recognize each other.
Because the soul will never find peace
until it remembers what it truly is.
