If the Universe Could Speak Like a Mother

Imagine if the Universe could speak to us like a mother. If she could look at all of us—rushing, worrying, collecting, proving—and gently smile, maybe with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

She would say, “My dear child…You are still in my womb. I give you breath. I help you see, taste, walk, laugh. But you barely notice.”

She watches us constantly trying to figure out what comes after life. Digging deeper into atoms, climbing higher into space, running faster every day to do more in less time.

And yet, we don’t pause to feel the miracle of simply being alive.

We ask, “What’s the purpose of life?”

She wants to whisper, “To live. To love. To enjoy. To grow. That’s enough.”

She sees us collecting things—money, cars, clothes, titles. None of which we can carry forward. She would see it like we see It’s like two babies in a womb worrying about jobs and savings.

She would probably laugh gently and say, “Why worry about building empires when you don’t even know how to be still? Why fear missing out when you haven’t truly tasted one sunset?”

What hurts her most?

Not that we fight or fall.

But that we’ve stopped trusting her. We act like we’re alone. We chase certainty. We build walls. We forget that everything we need is already given in plenty—air, water, beauty, love.

She even built rest into our system—sleep—so we could reconnect with her. But now even that is a struggle. If we could hear her clearly, maybe she would say:”don’t forget to feel my presence.You’re not here to only survive. You’re here to live joyfully.

This life is a gift, not a race.

Stay kind. Stay simple. And please… don’t forget to look around you once in a while.”

Because just like a mother, she’s always there. Watching. Waiting. Loving.