Why This Line from the Bhagavad Gita Made Me Cry

“There was never a time when you did not exist,
nor will there ever be a time when you cease to exist.”

I wasn’t reading anything sad.
I wasn’t thinking about loss.
I was simply studying — and then suddenly, tears.

Not the kind of tears that come from pain…
but the kind that arrive when something inside you whispers,
“This is true.”

For a moment, everything in me — the doubts, the fears, the constant striving — went quiet.
And what remained was pure recognition.

I have always existed.
And so have you.

A Truth That Waits for Us

I didn’t cry the first time I read this line.
Or the second.
Or even the tenth.

It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t instant.

This truth waited patiently for me.

The more I studied…
the more I returned to the words…
the more they returned to me.

Until one ordinary moment — reading them again like I had so many times before — something inside me finally recognized what they were saying.

And the tears came from awe.

Awe that this teaching had been here all along.
Awe that I had somehow forgotten something so ancient and real.
Awe that I could feel eternity in my own chest.

And then the question rose:

Who am I to see this?

But maybe the better question is:

Who am I not to?
This truth was never reserved for sages or saints.
It was meant for all of us — for every soul who has ever wondered if they matter.

You Are More Than This Moment

Most days, we define ourselves by:

• What we do

• What we achieve

• What we fail at

• Who we take care of

We worry we might disappear if we stop performing.

But yoga philosophy reminds us:

We are eternal beings temporarily forgetting who we are.

You are not your job.
You are not your clutter or your coping.
You are not your labels or your mistakes.

There has never been a time — not one — where you were not.

A Student, Nothing More — and Nothing Less

I’m not a scholar of ancient texts.
I’m not a spiritual master.
I am simply a student — studying, feeling, and writing what moves me.

This truth didn’t come to me because I’m special…
but because it’s meant for anyone willing to sit long enough to remember.

That’s what awoke the tears.
Not sadness — but coming home to myself.

A Practice to Feel This Truth

A breath to try:

Hand to your heart.
Close your eyes.

Inhale: I exist.
Exhale: I have always existed.

If You Want to Remember More Often…

Every week, I hold a space to reconnect with the self beneath the noise — the self that has always been here.

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A free weekly meditation & grounding space to help you return to who you are.

You’re welcome exactly as you are —
eternal, enough, and already whole.