There are moments when the past suddenly crashes into you.
Not quietly, but with force — with pain, anger, disappointment.
You have lived through having everything taken from you that once mattered.
What you gave your heart and your life to… and yet it is no longer yours.
Was it ever truly yours?
Perhaps now you understand what you have lost.
Yourself.
You trusted. Too purely. You believed too deeply in a truth.
And now you stand there… carrying the weight of recognition.
You may not have “won” the world’s game — because you never played it.
You only gave your true self.
You felt. You believed. And it almost destroyed you.
This is your truth. And it is not defeat.
This is the story of the heart.
Accepting the loss is love itself.
Here, there is no fight. No weapons are needed.
Because your attention turns inward, not outward.
You are not going to battle — you are going to see what is happening inside you.
To grieve what you find in the depths.
To acknowledge that you were powerless.
And to allow this truth not to weaken you — because it is profoundly human.
Instead of self-blame, you can reunite with the part of yourself
you once rejected because it hurt too much.
And when this happens…
something softens inside you. Peace settles in. Quietly. Gently. Truly.
You make peace with yourself. With life.
The past no longer fills you — the strength of the present does.
Your faith. Your trust.
What the feeling heart recognizes.
This is love.
It does not fight. It does not try to prove anything. It is light.
It simply is. In you. With you. For you.
Like sunlight — warming and carrying light into the dark.
Daring to open the heart again and to feel
is the greatest test of being human.
Ildikó Dajbukát
Spirit Touch Healing – the healing touch of the spirit
