Why did stability stop feeling peaceful? — This hit me some time back on an otherwise perfect Saturday evening. I remember noticing it for the first time without really understanding what it was or why I was feeling that way. It wasn’t something random. I had just stopped admitting it to myself. Scary part —…
Nothing happened. No sudden peace. No reassurance. Just silence. It was a December night in 2025. I picked up my phone and saw it was around 11 pm. The house was quiet. Too quiet for someone who had just finished praying. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, covered in my shawl, palms…
I just hung up the phone that morning in disbelief as I said yes again. Was alone in a hotel room. Travelling. Had gone out to nearby place for a visit to a monastery. Wasn’t able to process my thoughts… like are people actually like this? Or am i being selfish? Judgemental? Less empathetic? Basically…
No, you are not wrong. Let’s be clear. You are not tired of patience. You are tired of being the steady one. The one who regulates. The one who understands. The one who doesn’t fluctuate. But stop here, and you miss something. Mirror the question again: I am tired of being patient. Am I wrong?…