Lately, I’ve been thinking about peace — not the kind you find in a silent room, but the kind that stays with you when everything is loud.
There’s a difference between escape and peace. I used to think avoiding people or switching off my phone meant I was peaceful. But real peace, I’m slowly learning, is when you don’t need to fight everything inside yourself all the time.
It’s when I sit with my son, not needing to teach him something — just being there.
It’s when I stop comparing my life to others who seem more settled, more wealthy, more “together.”
It’s even when I write words like these, unsure if anyone will read them — and that being okay.
I haven’t always known peace. And I don’t always feel it now. But sometimes, it visits quietly — not with fireworks, but like a soft breath between thoughts.
And maybe that’s enough for now.
Still learning. Still listening.
Still walking slowly, toward something more lasting.
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