When the World Is No Longer the Destination
The day my worldly hunger died was the day my eyes awakened.
Ambition fell from my hands like dust that never belonged to me.
The voice that once drove me forward returned to its eternal silence.
What remained were fragile dreams, trembling at the edge of surrender.
Time carved truth into my soul without asking my permission.
Each passing year stripped away another layer of illusion.
I realized this life was never meant to be my final home.
Eternity had always been the destination, waiting without urgency.
Now the world no longer shines—it only reminds me to prepare.
Faith is the only light that refuses to abandon me.
My soul gathers unseen provisions for the inevitable return.
May my end be sealed not by regret, but by divine mercy.
----Smy----
