
There are moments when all the paths before your eyes extinguish not because you lost direction but because something inside you refuses to see you walking with false confidence And in those moments your shadow moves ahead of you as if it is the only being that knows the way to what you have been hiding from yourself for a long time For the shadow does not follow you but leads you to an unknown version of yourself a version you never wished to meet yet it has always waited for you at the edge of every decision you did not make every fear you did not admit and every wound you claimed had healed while it continued its silent bleeding
You walk behind your shadow thinking you hold the reins of the path yet deep inside you realize that it is the one testing your fragility pulling you toward the dark alleys you grew accustomed to running from standing before closed doors you always knew were yours but remained shut because you never dared to knock It does not see you as you are but as you have become through your accumulations through all the things you chose to ignore and through all the parts of you that broke and never healed
Your shadow asks you in a silence resembling a distant whisper Are you ready to stand before the self shaped by your own hands without remembering when The self shaped by small choices that seemed insignificant but built the entire path Are you capable of facing the scars you havent touched for years because you feared they would turn into new wounds
Every step closer to your shadow is not progress along the path but a deeper descent into a land whose terrain you do not know a land that stretches inside your soul where layers hide that no one has touched ancient layers like dust accumulated over a memory that refuses to confess And when you reach that space where the light ends and silence begins to touch your existence you begin to discover that the shadow was not preceding you to guide you along a path but to place you before the mirror you have avoided your entire life
Yet when you see the version you have feared you step back not because you are weak but because truth when it appears does not grant you the luxury of escape this time Looking at yourself means admitting that everything broken within you does not belong to the world but to you And admission means stripping your soul bare before yourself without trick without mask without a light to hide the flaws and standing before the question you have been running from for years Who are you when no one sees you
But there is a truth from which no human escapes a truth that continues to follow you even if you close the door in its face You do not defeat your shadow nor surpass it but you learn how to shake its hand without fear how to see in its darkness the features of the unknown version life has always tried to tell you about the version the world awaits the moment you acknowledge For when you do everything changes and the light begins again not before you but within you
Dear reader
If your shadow knows the truth of the path more than you do
then what is it that you truly fear
the darkness it leads you into or the light that will reveal you when you arrive