Transformation.

I see it in your eyes. You think you’re scared of dying. But you’re not. You’re scared of letting go. You’ve been told that death is a full stop. But death—it ain’t no ending. It’s just a doorway. A hush before the next song. It’s not even a goodbye. It’s a return. You were there before this life. You’ll be there after it. The in-between? That’s the illusion. Time? It’s not a line. It’s a circle. You’ve already lived this. You’re living it now. You’ll live it again. Every second is “now,” even the ones you haven’t met yet. You feel that ache in your chest when you lose someone? That tightness when you love? That’s not your brain. That’s your soul. Your real self. And your soul doesn’t fear death. Your soul can’t die. It just changes shape. The fear you feel—it’s your mind clawing for control. It’s the noise in the back of your head saying, “This can’t be it. This can’t end.” But let me tell you something, and listen close now: The mind is loud. The soul is quiet. And it’s the quiet that lives forever. You think you’re walking toward death, but really? You’re walking toward life. Over and over again. You weren’t meant to hold it all. You weren’t meant to anchor yourself to this moment, this body, this story. You’re meant to release. So when death knocks at your door—and it will—don’t flinch. Smile. Nod. Step aside. Because it ain’t come to take you. It’s come to show you. And when your mind screams, “I’m afraid,” Whisper back: “I know. But we’re not ending. We’re going home.”