I’m Always Here

A quiet reflection on time, presence, and the self that never leaves

It all feels so real. But is it?

We make it real by believing in it.
Is yesterday any closer than ten years ago?
Does anything matter except right now?

Looking in the mirror feels the same as when I was five.
I look different—but not really.
I’m still here.
I always have been.

My life isn’t what I was.
It’s what I am.
Right now, I’m me.
And I’ve always been me.

I want this to make sense.
But maybe it doesn’t have to.

Where is this going?
I don’t know.
I never really have.

But I don’t have to feel regret.
I can be here now—not in the past, not in what might come.

This is where I always am.
I’m always here.
There’s nowhere else to be.