š To What End?
There are days I sit stillābody present, mind floatingāand all I feel is emptiness. Not because Iām lazy or ungrateful, but because Iām tired.Tired of always moving.Tired of always needing to move. From the moment weāre born, life sets expectations.First, they want us to crawl.Then walk.Then run.Then race. Weāre taught early that movement equals success. That the next thing is always the mostā¦








