So often, we chase happiness outside ourselves. We seek it in relationships, success, recognition, or the next adventure—believing that something or someone out there will finally make us feel whole. But few of us are taught to pause and look within. We are shaped by unconscious patterns, buried beliefs, and unhealed wounds from our past. And unless we turn inward, these hidden programs continue to run the show, keeping us stuck in cycles of longing, disappointment, and self-abandonment.
But then, something shifts. A moment comes when you begin to question. To listen. To awaken.
You didn’t plan to meet him/her that day.
Maybe you were leading a workshop. Maybe you were simply attending one. It was held somewhere close to nature, a space that felt sacred, wild, and calm all at once. The air was soft, the people intentional, and there was a quiet sense of transformation hanging in the atmosphere.
But before that day came...
But before that day came, many others. Days when you sat with your pain, not to push it away but to understand it. Nights when your body trembled with the echoes of past trauma, and mornings when you chose, again and again, to rise. You dove deep, not to fix yourself, but to finally listen. To the little girl/boy within. To the silent parts. To the ache that no one else could touch.
You turned inward when it would have been easier to run. You stopped performing. You let go of chasing love and learned to become it instead. Through therapy, self-reflection, breathwork, yoga, and countless quiet moments on the mat and in nature, you met yourself.
You redefined safety. You untangled your worth from the past. You practised boundaries, learned the language of your intuition, and began to trust the quiet voice of your soul.
You noticed him/her before he/she noticed you.
You were not trying to be seen. You had no mask on, no performance. Just you, in your grounded truth. And still, your presence radiated.
You noticed him/her before he noticed you.
A man/woman in their late 40s. A softness in their eyes that only comes from having walked through fire and survived with their soul intact. He/she wasn’t loud. He/she wasn’t looking for attention. He/she was sipping tea from a chipped ceramic cup and absorbing the moment with deep presence.
Your body responded first. Safe. Curious. Grounded. You didn’t analyse it. You just noticed.
Later, your paths crossed in a group circle. He/she spoke, not to impress, but to share. His/her voice was deep and calm. He/she mentioned grief and rebuilding. Simplicity. Nature. A life stripped down to its truth. And something in you leaned in—your heart recognised him/her before your mind caught up.
Over time, the connection deepened, not through fireworks, but through resonance. His/her energy didn’t chase you. It waited. Invited. Held space. Like someone who had waited lifetimes to meet you again but didn’t want to rush the reunion.
You talked about your inner work, hypnotherapy, the subconscious, and the sacred dance of healing. He/she didn’t shrink away. He/she met you there. His/her stories were different, but the path was similar: inward, honest, transformative.
When he/she touched your hand for the first time, it didn’t feel like a beginning. It felt like something returning.
You may not know when this moment will happen. But you are already becoming the woman/man who is ready to receive it. Not from longing, but from truth. Not to complete you, but to reflect you.
This is what it feels like when conscious love arrives. Not to save you. But to meet you.
If something inside you is stirring as you read this, know that it’s not just a story. It’s an invitation. A call to begin your own inner work. To stop chasing and start coming home to yourself.
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