A raw reflection on our human craving for certainty, the quiet ache of not knowing, and the search for peace in surrender.

There is a silence that follows certain moments in life. Not peace, not calm, but something closer to suspension. The kind of stillness that hums like power lines after a storm. You sit inside it and realize how loud your thoughts actually are. I have spent months caught between the person I used to be and whoever I am becoming. Between duty and desire, between what looks steady from the outside and what trembles underneath. Some mornings I wake up certain I am moving forward