🕊️ It’s peaceful... not because the world agrees, but because I’ve let go. Not because every word is kind, but because I stopped expecting so. If I wait for everyone to speak just right— I’ll never rest, not even through the night. If comfort depends on perfect sound, on voices shaped to soothe my mind— how could I find peace in life when no one fits that dream in kind? To ask the world to match my will is to hold my heart forever still. Tell me… Can all the world be trained to please? Can every step align with ease? If I wait for everyone to act just so, the weight of want will never go. And peace will vanish, day by day, as I demand the world obey. One life… one fleeting breath of sky— will I waste it asking why they didn’t speak the way I wished, or act the way my heart had missed? Will I spend this life in fight, or lay it down, and walk in light? The one who clings to every word will never hear the silent bird. The one who waits for things to fit will never rise from where they sit. But the one who sees, and softly bows— finds peace not later… but right now.
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