The ancient rhythm beneath everything, as if the universe has paused all its cycles just to challenge me personally,
The ancient rhythm beneath everything reminds me that people have been smiling, grieving, hoping, collapsing, and rebuilding long before my name ever existed,
But why do I pretend to be the first person to experience a moment of profound loss, when countless others have already endured and emerged victorious from similar situations?
And why do I assume my pain is unprecedented when history has witnessed every conceivable version of it?
The sameness of all that lives and dies the way breath enters and leaves every body without needing permission,
The sameness of all that lives and dies shows me that my existence is part of a pattern older than my own memory,
But isn’t it comforting to know that nothing happening to me today is ever unfamiliar to the universe?
And doesn’t it soften the heart to realize that I am not the first to feel this exact weight?
The relief in remembering nothing is new less like a crisis and more like a continuation of everything that has come before,
The relief in remembering nothing is new helps me breathe slower, as if the universe itself is whispering to me alone,
The relief in remembering nothing is new, “This is normal, this is expected and this is always part of the cycle”,
But why sit on pins and needles waiting for what countless souls have already encountered and moved through?
And why fear what history has already proven survivable?…
The calm that comes from perspective teaches me that every emotion I feel has been felt before, The calm that comes from perspective every doubt, every joy, every ache, and every hope has a purpose,
But If others before me could walk through storms I’d call unbearable, what makes me believe that I am less capable?
And could this be the comfort I’ve been needing all along?…
The grounding power of the present moment and a gentle foreshadowing of moments are yet to come,
The grounding power of the present moment invites me to stop dramatizing the unknown and simply live what is here, now,
But the groundin power of the present moment frees me from believing that my life is an exception instead of a continuation,
And yet in that realization, I finally can breathe easier ever before…
• Nothing is truly new
• This moment belongs to the pattern
• Others have walked this before
• Perspective softens fear
• Existence repeats, and we endure
