Fear of Losing
When the soul chose to come into this body, it accepted one condition.
Forgetting.
It forgot that it is infinite. That it existed long before this lifetime. Long before this relationship, this home, this identity it has spent years carefully building.
And from that forgetting, one deep ache was born.
The fear of losing.
Not weakness. Simply what happens when infinite consciousness forgets its own nature. When you forget you are eternal, everything finite feels like everything you are.
So of course you grip it. Of course change feels terrifying.
But the soul knows what the mind has forgotten.
You cannot lose what is truly yours.
What is meant for you is written into your journey. It does not leave because you chose to grow. What falls away was never meant to stay. It was a season. A teacher. A stepping stone dressed up as a destination.
And we have all done it. Held on long past the natural end. Not because we are foolish. Because we loved it. Because letting go felt like grief before it even began.
But the grip is the pain. Not the loss itself. The grip.
The moment you soften and trust. The moment you remember you are an infinite soul having a temporary human experience. That is the moment everything shifts.
You were never meant to protect what you have gathered.
You were meant to keep becoming🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
