Friday

 Reflection

I wake before the world speaks.

The sun rises, and I notice my spine.

My abdomen.

My feet touching the ground.

The palms of my hands open.

I am grateful to be here, breathing.

I listen to the sounds around me, and I do not resist them.

I practice compassion, even when rest is interrupted.

I learn how to be gentle in shared space.

I learn how to do better, simply by observing.

I remind myself that every journey is different.

Some minds remember the past because that is where they learned to survive.

Mine is learning to rest in the present.

Neither is wrong.

They are just different stages of understanding.

I do not force silence on others,

and I do not abandon my own.

I honor both.

I am unlearning what no longer serves me.

I am learning to let go—of noise, of habits, of old identities.

This work is not loud.

It is not impressive.

It is honest.

I breathe.

I walk.

I observe.

I stay with myself.

I no longer need to explain what I feel.

I let understanding arrive on its own.

I allow questions to exist without answers.

I trust the quiet intelligence moving through me.

Today, I choose presence over memory.

Compassion over judgment.

Stillness over reaction.

I am exactly where I need to be.

Yoruba Yogi