To find is not always to look.

Some things appear when we stop searching.

A feeling returns. A memory surfaces. A piece of ourselves steps quietly forward.

We spend so much time trying to find answers,directions, meanings.

But not everything is meant to be chased.

I have learned that what is meant for us often finds its way back—

in its own time,in its own form.

And sometimes what we find is not something new—

but something we had forgotten we already carried.

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