The quietness that follows...
When you know you have done the deep inner work. When you have sat with your deepest and darkest corners of being. When you distance yourself from the noise of others to find the lost, long-shunned self.
The quietness that follows...
When you finally accept that clinging to what is not meant for you—but you desire deeply— needs to be let go. When you no longer feel shattered at the bruises, but accept the larger purpose.
The quietness that follows...
When, not fully but a tiny bit, you are able to tame your demons. When those random "todays" take you back to the farthest memories which haunt... but you just observe.
The quietness that follows...
When cherishing moments with friends' kids brings back the child in you, and you wonder: Was this me?
The quietness that follows...
When every new book, every Netflix series, or a stranger you meet resembles some part of your own life story, and you wonder: Did someone just read me?
The quietness that follows... When you innocently ask for an embrace but there comes refusal. And you know things will never be the same— ever again.
The quietness that follows... When you look yourself in the mirror and ask: How long to carry the weight? Am I enough? Should I call it a season of my life? But all you do is— just cry it out and continue.
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