You know what's wild?
Most people are walking around with their hearts closed,
Not because they're cold,
But because they were told somewhere along the way that it's dangerous to care too much,
To feel too deeply,
To be seen without the armor,
And yet what the world aches for is softness.
Truth,
Slowness,
And presence.
That feeling you get when someone really sees you and doesn't flinch.
I think about that a lot.
How we've built entire systems around avoidance.
How we've normalized exhaustion.
How the question,
How are you,
Is just a cue for,
Say something light and move on.
But what if we actually stopped?
What if you asked someone how they were and they actually waited?
What if we let silence stretch just long enough for something real to come through?
What if we stopped trying to fix each other and just listened?
The world is spinning so fast,
There's a rush in everything.
Even in healing,
Even in spirituality.
Like there's some timeline we need to meet in order to finally be worthy of peace.
But I don't think peace works like that.
I think peace sneaks in when you're washing your hands,
Or looking at the light coming through the curtain,
Or realizing you didn't check your phone for two hours and nothing fell apart.
I think peace lives in the unspoken moments,
In the quiet,
In the inhale you finally let yourself take.
I think the earth is asking us to come back into a rhythm with her,
To feel the pulse of real life again.
Not a synthetic kind,
Not a fast kind.
The ancient kind,
The one that moves in cycles and rests and doesn't explain itself.
And I think we're all a little tired of pretending we don't long for that,
For death,
For softness,
For connection without performance.
The world is loud right now,
But underneath all that noise,
There's something else happening.
People are remembering,
Quietly and softly,
Sometimes even together.
You can feel it when you look someone in the eyes and both of you drop the mask at the same time.
That's the world I believe in,
Not the one that's crumbling,
The one that's quietly being born under it all,
In us.
