The soul does not deny that you were searching.

The soul does not deny that you were searching. It only asks: *where were you looking?* Some emptiness does not come from lacking more. It comes from running too long in the wrong direction. You chased what glittered. You reached for what felt full. You held what looked like peace. But the soul knows this: what was meant to nourish you was never outside you. It was waiting beneath the noise, beneath the craving, beneath the endless reaching— for one moment of stillness, one breath of retur