It lives silently, within the chest, at the deepest level.

The religion of true feelings is like this—it does not shout, it does not advertise itself, but silently accumulates in the coating of time, hardens, takes root and takes its place in the depths of existence. Time passes, seasons change, life moves forward on its path through various ups and downs, but some feelings remain—without any declaration, without any claim.

We call these feelings ‘eternal’. But their eternity is not associated with any supernatural thing, but comes from their deep truth. True feelings can never be forced, they do not deepen by being decorated and expressed. They have their own time cycle, they grow in their own way—silently, silently, but very strongly.

Suppose, a certain relationship between two people. Maybe they are no longer together, maybe they have moved to different ends of the world, someone’s life has changed, someone’s heart may be divided by something else. Yet, an indescribable feeling sometimes remains exactly as it was before. Just like you suddenly think of him in the dim light of an afternoon, or he comes back in the middle of an old song. Then you realize—you may not want him, you are not looking for him, or even think that he will come back, but a little feeling for him is still there in you just like before. There are no conditions, no expectations, no demands—just silent love or gratitude.

Such a feeling is not bound by any agreement, nor can it be fully captured in any definition. Because no matter how much people change, a part of them for whom we have this silent love remains within us. It does not age or fade with time, but sometimes it becomes clearer.

Living does not mean that all feelings have to be consciously held. You do not have to remember a feeling every day to remember it. Many feelings do not become memories, because they are not lost. They are in a place in the heart that does not require logic to reach, does not require time, it only awakens again with a momentary connection.

However, these deep feelings are never captured in everyday conversation. They are beyond the language of the mouth, in mere glances, in silence, or in a sudden obsession. Maybe we haven't seen each other for a long time, there is no news, but for some unknown reason, someone suddenly remembers someone—because that attraction has never ended. It didn't even need to end.

Many people may not understand these feelings, and some even say contemptuously, "You haven't forgotten yet!" But they don't know—forgetting is not always a victory, just as remembering is not a defeat. Rather, living by remembering some feelings means capturing the deepest beauty of life.

It is true that people change. Over time, their habits, preferences, and needs change. Life imposes reality and responsibility. But some feelings go beyond the boundaries of time. They no longer depend on anyone's behavior or reaction. They may not be expressed, but they are silently present. When you see an old letter, smell a familiar perfume, or hear a certain word someone utters—you can suddenly return to that feeling. At that moment, you understand—that feeling never died, it was just sleeping.

There are even some feelings that never get expressed. Unspoken love, lost friendship, or a silent gratitude—they remain embedded in the heart even if they are not expressed. Because their existence does not depend on the relationship of another person; they are born from within, and that is where their ultimate residence lies. The measure of such feelings is not time, but sincerity.

That is why some may say, “You are with me, even though you are not in my life.” This ‘being’ is not a matter of recognition of any social relationship, it is a purely spiritual, internal position. There is no cover, no condition. Just a perpetual shadow, without which one’s own existence seems incomplete.

In fact, true feelings never fade with time, but rather time makes them more mature. If a feeling still feels the same as it did many years ago—then you have to understand that it was not a lie. It was silent but deep, and it is still there today. And in such feelings lies the most silent, yet most touching beauty of life.

So it can be said—time can take people away, circumstances can become obstacles, but true feeling never disappears. It remains quietly, inside the chest, at the deepest level—without caring about any tides.