It’s okay to stop.
To step back. To breathe.
This world moves fast, too fast,
but you don’t have to keep running.
It’s not selfish to think of yourself,
to sit in silence and feel the sun on your skin,
to walk without purpose,
to exist without the weight of expectation.
You grew up in a rush.
Always reaching. Always chasing.
But who said life is a race?
You don’t have to hurry to achieve.
Not everything is meant to be conquered.
Some things—most things—
are meant to be lived.
So take a break.
Look at the sky, trace the stars with your eyes,
talk about galaxies, about aliens, about nothing.
Be weird. Be free.
Laugh until your ribs ache.
Smile at nothing, at everything.
Feel the wind, hear the silence,
be still.
Be.
-Itinerant Soul
