I used to chase peace like it was something I could earn — something waiting at the end of a perfect day, or in the silence of a place far from people.
But peace isn’t hiding in a mountain or locked in a quiet room. It’s in the middle of the chaos — when you can breathe, even as life keeps spinning.
I stopped chasing peace when I realized it was never running away. It was me who kept moving too fast to notice it sitting quietly beside me.
Maybe peace isn’t a destination. Maybe it’s the moment you stop needing everything to make sense.
When was the last time you felt completely calm — even for a minute?
