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Lately, I feel as though a certain boundary within me is slowly dissolving — a line that once enclosed a vast chapter of my life. It held me within a kind of limitation that, for many years, felt natural — almost invisible, perhaps only sensed. I am fully aware that I was the one holding myself there. But that was the script of the play. I simply played the role given to me — and I played it well. It may sound proud, yet I know it is true. We all are remarkable actors on the stage of Earth — immersed in our performances, tasting every shade of emotion these roles and stories can offer. And then, suddenly, the play ends. Before me remains only a brightly lit space on the stage — empty. As a human being, I cannot truly know what choices a soul made before stepping into this shared field of experience — becoming, for many years of my life, support, guidance through lessons, and love. From my place on the stage, I cannot see the greater design while the play is still unfolding. No matter how conscious I may be, I will never fully know another’s path within the greater plan. Only my own. Only the role I have chosen to play. And the moments where our paths touched. For some reason, it was all necessary — exactly as it happened. And perhaps, if we knew how every story would end, none of us would agree to enter the play at all, wishing to avoid the pain and sorrow that often wait at the final curtain.

Now the brightly illuminated stage stands empty. There is confusion. There is grief. And yet, I have played this game before. I recognize this moment as one of gain — even if it is painful. Within me, another kind of completeness has opened. When someone leaves, they never leave emptiness behind. They leave a quiet gift within the other. To see it, to feel it, to value it, to receive it as a gift — there is nothing greater or more beautiful in this human experience. But seeing it is a choice. Yes, nothing will ever be the same again. That is no longer possible. And I will never again be the one I was yesterday. Today, I am different. Perhaps even my way of expressing what I feel will change through this experience. Perhaps today I write differently. Because somewhere in my depths, a small seed has begun to sprout — a seed that may grow into immeasurable freedom. Another story on Earth has been lived and released, leaving behind only a clear imprint of light within me. And that is my gain in this experience.

As I become aware of all this, it feels as if I am standing at the edge of the stage, and before me open vastness and depth I was never able to grasp before. It simply was not yet time. The play had to be lived fully — and allowed to dissolve into light. Only once it ends do I understand its value. Only then do I see what remains. And in what remains, space appears for new stories — my stories. Stories filled with remembrance of who I truly am. Until now, I saw myself through the prism of this shared play. Now, I may choose to step off the stage. I may choose to speak in my own voice — without a stage, without a role, without an audience. And that is all I need.

25.11.2025.