If you stop everything — stop looking for something to make you happy, stop trying to be better, stop striving for perfection, stop trying to be someone else, stop trying to do, be, have, achieve — if you truly stop all of it and simply rest in what is:
You find a solitude. A Beingness. A point of grace where you discover yourself to be unborn, undying — beyond the body, beyond all thought.
A limitless ocean of consciousness.
Purely beautiful. Serene. Full. Yet empty.
This is your essence. It has always been here. It was never anywhere else.