A single breath—
Not rushed, not borrowed,
But fully mine.
The Pause Between Things
There’s something I wish I could do more of every day.
It’s not profound. Not the kind of thing you put on a list of goals or track with an app.
It’s simply this: breathe.
Not the shallow kind we do between tasks. Not the half-drawn inhale we take when we realize we’ve been holding our breath for hours. I mean the kind of breath that fills you all the way up. That arrives like an old friend and leaves without hurry.
That reminds you: you are here.
The Hunger for Stillness
We rush to meet deadlines, keep appointments, answer messages before the screen dims.
We chase meaning in productivity and call it purpose.
But deep down, I think we’re all starving for one thing—the permission to just be.
To sit on a bench without checking the time.
To drink tea until it goes cold.
To watch the light change on the wall and not need it to mean anything.
It’s not laziness. It’s longing.
A longing for the moments that don’t ask anything of us.
A longing for presence, not performance.
Wabi-Sabi and the Beauty of Slowness
Wabi-sabi whispers that life isn’t in the perfection of doing, but in the quiet of being.
A chipped bowl still holds tea.
A faded flower still carries scent.
A day without achievement can still be sacred.
Lessons from a Missed Breath
- Busyness is not always aliveness.
- A quiet moment is not a wasted one.
- You do not need to earn your right to rest.
- Stillness is not absence—it is presence without noise.
- You’re allowed to be a person, not a project.
The Day, the Breath, the Return to Self
If I could do one thing more each day, it would be to stop.
To let the world turn without me for a moment.
To take in a full breath—not for function, but for remembrance.
That I am here.
That I am enough.
That not every moment has to be filled.
Some are just meant to be felt.
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