Yesterday, as I walked down the street, something in me softened again. The breeze, the city sounds, the rhythm of feet on pavement—it all faded gently into the background as I began to watch people. Not with judgment, not with curiosity, but with that quiet reverence that arises when you realize you are witnessing something sacred.
Seeing through the illusion of separation
Since my inner life began to shift, I find myself seeing things differently. I see the potential in everyone. I see the spark that lives quietly beneath their worries, beneath the lines on their faces, behind their eyes. And yet, most of us have forgotten this.
We move through the world thinking we are small, flawed, not enough. We believe others are more deserving, more beautiful, more successful. We tie our worth to the avatar we wear—the body our soul chose. But none of that is who we really are.
The beauty behind the mask
We are not our bodies. Our body is a temporary expression, like the brushstroke of a painter across a vast canvas. It is meaningful, perfectly designed—but it is not the whole painting. You are the light that animates it. The stillness behind your eyes. The vast presence that watches your thoughts. And that presence is the same in all of us.
Created with divine intelligence
Sometimes I think about the intelligence behind creation. How could something so perfect and intentional exist in so many forms, without ever repeating? Freckles, skin tones, eyes, scars, smiles—each detail crafted like art. Every human being is a masterpiece. Not because of how they look, but because of who is living inside.
Walking with gratitude
When I walk through the world with this knowing, every person becomes a miracle. Their uniqueness, their energy, their story—I feel them all as pieces of myself. I give thanks for this body, even when I forget to love it. I give thanks for yours, for how you express the divine in ways I never could. We are different, yet we are the same.
Remembering what we are
The great lie is that we have to become someone else to be worthy. The truth is, you were never meant to be anyone else. You are here to remember who you already are: whole, radiant, already enough. Not someday—now. Your body may age, shift, carry marks from the life it’s lived. But the soul inside it is untouched, timeless, divine.
Everything is a miracle
You are not your body. But your body is sacred.
And you, in your wholeness, are a living miracle.
As Albert Einstein once said,
«There are only two ways to live your life: one is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.»
And today, I choose to see everything as a miracle.
Especially you.