You’re Not Progressing—You’re Rebuilding the Self

How time reclaims the throne, and self quietly follows

It doesn’t matter how clear things got.
If there’s a next, self is back.

Not as identity. Not as thought.
As tension.
As becoming.

It hides in progress. In purpose. In subtle hope.
“This is unfolding.”
“Something is stabilizing.”
“I’m almost through.”

Look closer. That’s time.

And once time is here, so is the one moving through it.

That’s how it returns.
Not loudly. Just enough to make this feel like not quite it.

If you think this moment is on its way to something,
you’re already lost.

No fixing. No path. No waiting.
Just stop following what moves.

There is no next.

Look now: is this moment trying to become something?