Finding Our Roots: A Journey Back to Ourselves

We often move through life believing we are in control—chasing opportunities, building careers, seeking new experiences. But sometimes, life has other plans. Sometimes, we are pulled back to where we started, not because we have failed, but because there is something we need to remember.

For me, that moment came when I left the fast-paced energy of London and found myself back in Lithuania during the pandemic. At first, I resisted it with everything in me. I craved the movement, the distractions, the sense of purpose I had built elsewhere. I wasn’t ready to slow down. I wasn’t ready to listen.

But life is patient. And when we ignore its whispers, it finds ways to make us listen.

Resisting the Return

At first, being back felt like a step backwards. I had worked so hard to carve out my place in the world, to create a rhythm that felt like progress. The stillness unsettled me. I couldn’t wait to return to the business of life, to the pace I had grown so accustomed to.

Yet, every time I rushed forward, life slowed me down again. Each time I tried to outrun stillness, exhaustion pulled me back. It took me several cycles of burnout, pushing myself beyond my limits, before I finally understood: I wasn’t being held back. I was being guided home.

The Wisdom of Roots

Our roots are more than just a place we come from. They hold wisdom, stability, and a connection to something much greater than ourselves. Look at the trees—how their roots intertwine beneath the surface, creating a vast underground network that shares nutrients and information. They do not grow in isolation. They support one another. They communicate.

We, too, have roots that stretch beyond the physical. They are found in our culture, our land, our families, and the deep knowing that exists within us. But in the rush of modern life, we often lose sight of them. We disconnect from the very things that ground us, only to find ourselves exhausted, searching for something we cannot name.

Returning to Ourselves

It wasn’t until I truly allowed myself to slow down—without resentment, without resistance—that I began to reconnect. I started to care for my body, to listen to what it needed rather than what I expected it to do. I spent more time in nature, feeling the earth beneath my feet, breathing in the silence.

And in that space, I found clarity. I realised that slowing down wasn’t a punishment—it was a gift. It was a chance to remember who I was before the noise, before the endless striving.

Finding Your Own Roots

No matter where life has taken you, your roots are always there. They are waiting for you to return, to remember, to reconnect.

You don’t need to move back to your homeland to find them. Sometimes, all it takes is stepping outside, placing your hands in the soil, feeling the earth beneath your fingers. Not just as an act of recreation, but as an act of remembering.

Your roots will always call you home—not to a place, but to yourself. The question is, are you ready to listen?