I watch myself grow.
There is no now, no yesterday, and no tomorrow.
The only existence is where everything happens at the exact moment.
I stand on the red-painted temple veranda and look down at myself, walking my path among all the other people. I admire my strength, resilience, power, and confidence in following my way simply.
I watch myself overcome obstacle after obstacle, meet people, and smile.
Yes, I smile.
Because it is beautiful to witness my growth.
I am both the observer and the one who acts. My spirit hovers above the temple steps while my feet feel the path beneath them. Time flows through me, but it does not hold me. I see my past self, the one who doubted, who fell and rose again. I see my future self taking even bolder steps, continuously unfolding.
And yet, I am all of these at once:
The seeker, the doubter, the courageous one, the one who acts.
The wind carries faint voices to me—words I once heard, advice I was given, support I felt. But also doubt, rejection, and moments of uncertainty.
Yet they fade into insignificance, for I see myself smile.
Not out of arrogance but from a deep inner peace.
I am not a static being but one in constant transformation.
And that is where true beauty lies: in becoming, growing, and being.
Every step I take is a choice.
Every word I speak shapes my reality.
The world around me changes, but what defines me remains: my will, light, and unstoppable progress.
I do not fear tomorrow, for there is only the now in which I breathe, feel, and continue to unfold.
I step down from the veranda, back into the crowd, back into life.
But I know this: I will always look at myself from afar and watch in awe as I grow.
And I will always smile.
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