What We’ve Always Known

 

What We’ve Always Known

Have you ever had this feeling—

One quiet afternoon, a child says something so simple, so offhand, and you freeze.
Not because it was profound, but because it reminded you of something you used to know.

You look into their clear eyes and think:
“I used to know this too.”

You used to know that a hug can heal almost anything.
That crying is a way to cleanse.
That when you see a small animal, you should squat down and say hello gently.

You used to believe that the wind could speak, that the moon listened when you whispered your dreams, and that the world in your dreams was just as real as this one.

But then you grew up.
You learned to doubt.
You learned to forget.

Yet the things you knew never left.
They hid in the way your eyes tear up at an old song,
in the scent that unlocks a thousand memories,
and in the words that spill from your mouth one day — so true, even you are surprised.

We didn’t learn love.

We simply heard our soul again —
in a moment so quiet,
you almost missed it.

No shouting.
No convincing.
Just a whisper in the spaces between thoughts.

When you looked up at the sky and felt your breath stop,
when you held someone’s hand and your heart skipped a beat —
a soft voice said: “Do you remember?”

And suddenly, you knew.
You always did.

You knew what tenderness was.
What trust felt like.
What it means to be whole.

You never truly lost it.
You just forgot.

Each of us came into this world with a deep, inner knowing.
Not taught.
Not reasoned.
Just… remembered.

When your eyes well up.
When your skin tingles from a single sentence.
That’s it.
It’s coming back to you.

You don’t need to become anything.
You only need to be willing to remember.

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May you gently remember who you are.
May you open your arms and catch yourself.
You’ve always been in the light—never far.

With you in light,
Whispers of Light

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