I used to think stillness meant stopping. That to be calm, I had to sit, breathe, retreat. But life doesn’t always give us that luxury. Deadlines, noise, movement—they don’t pause just because I need peace. So I’ve learned to carry stillness with me. To find it in the rhythm of my steps, the inhale before a reply, the quiet between thoughts. Stillness isn’t the absence of motion—it’s the presence of awareness. Today, I move forward not to escape the chaos, but to walk with it, eyes open, heart steady.
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