What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly. — Lao Tzu
There’s something strangely comforting in the idea that we never stay the same person for too long. That even on the days we feel stuck, we’re quietly shifting.
Cells renewing, thoughts reshaping, beliefs dissolving, new ones forming. Change isn’t something we “start.” It’s something that happens — with or without our permission.
Most of us grow up believing we must find ourselves — as if our identity is a final destination, a fixed character we have to play for the rest of our lives. But the truth is softer. Kinder. More real.
We don’t find ourselves. We become ourselves. Again. And again. And again.
You are not one version. You are a thousand ongoing drafts.
Every day you learn something, let something go, break a pattern, or slip back into one. Even when you don’t feel a big shift — something in you is moving. And the moment you whisper, “I want to be different,” you’re already on the way.
The desire itself is motion. The curiosity itself is transformation. Even if you take no conscious step, the journey has begun. Because life doesn’t wait for your permission to evolve you.
The art of letting go what was never really ours
Epiktet reminds us that nothing on this earth is truly ours. And he was right — painfully, beautifully right. We don’t own the people in our life. The house. The clothes. We don’t own our beliefs. We don’t even own the version of ourselves we once were so proud of or so deeply attached to.
Everything shifts. Everything leaves. Everything transforms. We outgrow friendships. We release identities that once felt like home. We put old dreams down and pick up new ones. We drop beliefs that no longer hold truth. We shed layers we once thought were permanent. And still — we survive it. We become lighter. Stranger in some ways and more real in others. Life itself isn’t ours either, not really. We just got a generous deal: a limited amount of time to try, to test, to taste, to fail, to love, to lose, to grow.
The freedom that arrives when we stop holding so tightly
When we understand that nothing is truly ours, we stop clinging. We stop forcing. We stop pretending that stability equals safety.
Instead, we begin to live more openly. More fearlessly. More honestly. Because if nothing is ours, then nothing can truly be taken from us. Not permanently. Not in the ways we fear.
And that’s where freedom begins — in the unlearning. In the knowing that life isn’t about possession, control, or certainty. It’s about movement.
Living as if today is your last — not in fear, but in presence
When we remember our time is limited, when we realize that we own nothing but this moment, life suddenly becomes sharper. Clearer. More valuable. We stop living on autopilot. We stop treating our days like endless currency. We start paying attention. To the softness of a morning and to the people we love. To the dreams we keep postponing and to the versions of ourselves that want to be born.
Because this — right here — is the game of life. Temporary. Unpredictable. Wildly precious. And the freedom lies not in knowing who you are forever, but in letting yourself become who you are today. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to rebuild. You are allowed to start over, again and again.
This is not instability. This is life moving through you. This is your evolution. And it has already begun.
With care & love,
Katja – Creator of HOMELESS🌿
