It is difficult to remain still.
The mind wanders endlessly,
pursuing moments
that have yet to exist,
measuring contentment
by what is next
rather than what is now.
Dreams dissolve into worries,
and even tranquility
feels like something
to be earned.
Yet perhaps happiness
is not found in striving,
nor in waiting,
nor in the endless pursuit of becoming.
Perhaps it resides
in the silence between thoughts,
in the breath before a smile,
in the delicate rhythm
of just being,
not reaching,
not proving,
only existing.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
It is difficult to remain still.
The mind wanders endlessly,
pursuing moments
that have yet to exist,
measuring contentment
by what is next
rather than what is now.
Dreams dissolve into worries,
and even tranquility
feels like something
to be earned.
Yet perhaps happiness
is not found in striving,
nor in waiting,
nor in the endless pursuit of becoming.
Perhaps it resides
in the silence between thoughts,
in the breath before a smile,
in the delicate rhythm
of just being,
not reaching,
not proving,
only existing.
Slow down. Stop chasing the “next.” Breathe into the now. You are already becoming, even when you’re still.
