Doesn’t it just happen that way? That what you are hiding from is already watching you, that what you are seeking is in plain sight, if only you were to turn around.
Are you hiding or seeking?
We know that our lives, like all lives, are finite, and that bodies die. We suspect that our lives, all lives, are also infinite, whether because of a soul that continues once the body is gone or simply through the lives we have touched that continue to touch other lives after we are gone. One way or another, our truest Self arrives from, and goes back into, mystery.
How do you hope your life will continue when you enter the mystery?