Love is a verb, a feeling, and an action. It can’t be measured or locked away for safekeeping.
Trust is a verb, a feeling, and an action. It can’t be seen, but we know when it is broken.
You are a being, a feeling, and an action. You have a body, but it was not the body you had 10 years ago. If you met the you who your mother met when you arrived today, would you say, “That is me! There I am?”
You have experiences and memories and titles and roles. Who would you be without those? Who could you be without those?
What is left when all the walls to your box that define you fall away?
Do you disappear?
Or do you become who you always were meant to be?