This realisation is hitting me hard; I cannot be more loved than I am in this very moment.
The joy and fulfillment that I thought I would derive from certain circumstances, I am actually experiencing, right now.
It is dawning on me that I have been holding my breath for a special occasion to make me feel so good about myself. Blind to what I have right here and now. It was never about an event or a person, it was about how clouded my mind was.
A certain level of quiet can bring so much clarity.
Quietness that reminds me of how much power I wield and how much value I bring.
This quiet make fears and insecurities loud. Listen. In the end, they do not have much to say.
This type of quiet is rare. Quiet outside, still inside. And just listen.