The Path Has No Entry Point

There was no day you began walking. The path was beneath you before you even noticed.

Like it was hiding behind a choice I hadn’t made yet, or some cleaner version of myself I hadn’t become.

I used to think I’d find the path one day.

But lately, I’ve started to see it differently.
That even the lost days were still steps.
Even the stillness was still motion.

The Tao doesn’t ask you to begin. It’s already moving through you.
The only thing we can do is stop pretending we’re off-track.

So this post is a mile marker for no one.
Not even me.

If you’re here, you’re walking it. That’s all.

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