Quiet is my safe space. I get quiet, and my whole world changes. It’s wisdom for my soul.
I’ve learned over the years that quiet is not just a way of being. It’s a healthy place. A place where growth happens. A place where the world stops and all its ‘chaotic-ness’.
Quiet is a place of security. Where I become my best friend.
Quiet is where I practice self-love.
Quiet is hope for my future.
Quiet is a soft, soft, song. And sometimes without words.
Sometimes I go to this place knowing it will free me and rejuvenate me.
Other times it’s when I lack courage and need to nurture and feed myself only ‘good words’.
And then there are times when Quiet helps me rest. Long for myself and my identity , again. To remember who I am, ‘Whose‘ I am, … and where I belong that’s safe and calm.
Yeah, quiet is my best friend.
It’s a concrete and completely divine way of remembering
That I am special.
Thank you, Quiet.