Under the Noise

It turns out that peace isn’t rare. It’s just hidden under all the noise I keep carrying around.

I used to think peace was something I had to chase down, but even when things went quiet, it never lasted. I'm starting to see peace isn't rare, it's just buried under all the noise I carry around. When I actually slow down and sit with that stillness for a minute, the noise softens, there's a little more space, and I remember I don't have to grip everything so tightly.