You went the long way. Of course you did. The direct path was invisible to you then — too simple, too close, too much like nothing happening.
So you went through the years of trying harder. The years of building the self and the years of watching it fall. The years of loving the wrong things the right way and the right things the wrong way.
You went through the night that had no morning in it. You went through the silence that was not peace but the quiet of something finally giving up on becoming what it was never going to become.
And then — not because you finally got it right. Not because you earned it. Not even because you stopped trying, though that helped — something opened. The thing you had been looking for looked back.
And you understood for the first time that the long way was the only way you could have taken and arrived here. And here is exactly where you needed to be.
— Free Your Mind
This poem is for everyone who wishes they had found the path sooner — who carries regret about the time spent in confusion or suffering before the recognition arrived. The long way is not a mistake. It is the journey that makes the arrival meaningful. Every moment of genuine suffering that was met with honesty, every pattern that was seen clearly, every small act of courage in the direction of truth — these were not detours. They were the path. And they brought you here. And here is exactly right.
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