Untouched by what we think or feel, just being it’s like a single heartbeat of reality,
That perfect moment before meaning never hurts—it’s the mind rushing in that paints it with fear or insult or loss,
That perfect moment before meaning is where peace hides, waiting for me to notice that nothing external has ever decided how I feel yet,
That perfect moment before meaning might ask, can I learn to pause—to breathe before I narrate, or to witness before I judge?
That perfect moment before meaning, where sometimes how we give events names, before meaning starts to whisper, when spark of thought just pops up out of nowhere…
Built from stories I tell to myself, with each brick of thought I never even question,
The prison of perception convinces me that what transpired in my life also occurred within my mind at some point in time, although that leap is solely mine to make,
The prison of perception keeps me rehearsing injuries until they feel like a permanent scar, when really their echoes will soon fade only if I stop listen
The prison of perception confines us, even though the door is wide open, we forget to ask why we’re still trapped when we could just simply step out,
The prison of perception breaks the moment only to realize the warden and the prisoner are both “me”...
Does not shout or flex—but it breathes, it reorders chaos in a quiet manner,
The strength unseen belongs to the one who redefines the insult, that strength who turns “unfair” into “training”,
The strength unseen is that courage to say- “Yes, I lost something, but not myself”,
The strength that remains hidden refuses pity because it understands that empathy is diminished when combined with determination,
The strength that remains unseen is like that invisible force—the kind that persists even after circumstances have settled down…
Not found in avoiding pain but in choosing its meaning,
The quiet mastery allows life to happen without controlling every event in some kind of verdict,
The quiet mastery understands that acceptance isn’t about surrendering—it’s about standing tall allowing an open reasoning,
The quiet mastery transforms every limitation into a source of meaning, rather than an excuse for failure,
The quiet mastery reminds me that peace rather built, not just granted…
In the understanding that the world can wound my body but never my own reason,
Ends where serenity begins and where it resides in those who cease asking, “Why me?” and instead, embark on the journey of asking to “What now?”
Ends where serenity begins carries the tranquility of someone who acknowledges the possibility of pain but remains unscarred by it,
Ends where serenity begins that holds no bitterness toward what simply is,
Ends where serenity begins, it demonstrates that freedom begins when the mind refuses to echo despair…
• Reality hurts less than the story about it
• Between event and emotion lies a choice
• Acceptance is strength in disguise
• Our free mind walks even in chains
• Nothing cripples the soul that interprets wisely
