What remains when things grow quieter?
Clarity when I lose my way.
Truth when a story would be more convenient.
Awareness of what is happening right now.
Courage for what can be changed.
Calm for what cannot be forced.
And enough clarity to know the difference.
Enough for body, heart and mind.
The freedom to let go of what no longer carries me.
And the courage to hold on to what truly matters.
Not having to control everything.
Not having to understand everything.
Seeing what is there.
Doing what is possible.
Making peace where no fight is needed.
What haven’t I done yet?
Some things became a profession.
Others became books, music or detours.
Some were simply a good idea for a while.
And with some, I still don’t know where they will lead.