When life gives you a reason to be quiet, it’s starts to get deafening.

When you lived in choas, the quiet feels different. It’s hard to get in the mindset to simply be still.

Thoughts rummage in your brain, dark ones and hopeful ones…

Each one does not outweigh the other.

To feel like you’re wasting time by being still…but yet, it’s what you need… because the busy sustained the pain.

To feel like you can’t breathe some days. To be completely lost within yourself, that you are unsure what this life has in store or what can unfold... that you’ve lost sight of who you are and what your existence is.…

Then to have a mustard seed of hope and motivation to get you moving… because life doesn‘t stop.. time still passes and you still get older..

To stare at 4 walls? or to get moving and make something happen?

To get discouraged? Or to learn to be ok in this season of waiting?

To stay behind because of fear and doubts?

Or to drive to that new destination my soul is craving to be?

Maybe having lots of moments in the silence won‘t always be dark right?… Maybe this moment of silence could be a moment of guidance.…