Sometimes, when the world feels too loud,
I step outside and listen.
Not to the cars.
Not to the clocks.
But to the wind.
Because there’s something about the way it moves —
soft and steady,
wild and free —
that feels like a message meant just for me.
A reminder that life doesn’t have to be rushed.
That everything we need isn’t always loud or visible.
Sometimes, it comes in whispers.
Like the whisper to slow down.
To notice the golden light on your child’s cheek.
To pause when they say, “Look, Mama,”
even if you’ve already looked ten times before.
Sometimes, I wonder if the wind carries memories.
If it knows the stories the trees have heard,
or the quiet wishes we’ve made in the dark.
So I listen.
I breathe in.
And I remind myself —
not all wisdom is loud.
Not all guidance comes in answers.
Some comes as a breeze against your skin,
soft and unseen…
but never unfelt.
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