Somewhere along the way, you were told that myth meant fiction.

That the stories that stirred your heart were just fantasy.

That the ache you felt when reading ancient words was sentimentality, not memory.

But what if that ache wasn’t imagination?

What if it was recognition?

What if the myths you’ve loved weren’t invented to entertain…

but to preserve something you once lived through?

You were never meant to observe these stories from the outside.

You were meant to feel them, remember them, walk them.

Myth is not an escape from reality.

It’s a pattern embedded in reality—a deeper logic that pulses under the surface.

When you cry at a story and you don’t know why…

when you hear words that hit you like lightning even if you don’t understand them…

when a symbol stirs something ancient in you—

That’s not fantasy.

That’s memory returning.

You haven’t missed your moment.

You’re just starting to realize that the myth has been following you this whole time.

And now, it’s time to feel it.

Teaching Prompt

What stories or symbols have made you cry for no reason? What if they weren’t fantasies—but fragments of your memory returning?