Who Do I Spend the Most Time With?

I spend the most time with myself.

Not just by myself—but with myself.
Digging.
Discovering.
Rediscovering.
Peeling back old layers to see what’s still there… and what no longer needs to be.

I sit with my thoughts, not always because I want to, but because I have to.
Because there’s something in me that refuses to stay on the surface.
I question. I feel. I observe. I hold up the mirror even when I don’t like what it shows.

There are days I surprise myself—when I find strength in places I thought were hollow.
Other days, I’m raw. Uncertain. But still, I stay. I listen. I keep going.

In the quiet, I meet the parts of me I’ve buried.
In the stillness, I clean out corners I used to ignore.
I’m not chasing perfection.
I’m seeking truth. Wholeness.
A version of myself I can trust.

So yes, I spend the most time with myself.
Not out of loneliness—but out of purpose.
Because the deeper I go, the more I find.
And the more I find, the more I become.

And isn’t that what we’re here for?
To know ourselves so deeply,
we become impossible to lose.