When the Noise Fades, What Remains?

There is a silence that doesn’t come from turning off the world, but from finally tuning into yourself. Not the to-do list version.Not the “I should be better” echo.But the self beneath all expectation—quiet, pulsing, waiting.

Sometimes, it arrives in the hum of the refrigerator. Sometimes, between footsteps on a gravel road. You hear it only when you stop performing.

What part of you have you quieted for the sake of survival? And what would happen if you let that part speak now?

Journal with this: What’s been whispering inside you that you haven’t let out? What truth do you only hear when no one else is watching?