There is a place where silence grows,
Where time slows down, and nothing shows.
No weight to bear, no world to face,
A gentle haven—a quiet place.
Beneath the noise, beyond the strain,
Away from worry, fear, and pain,
It whispers soft, a tender call,
A space within, enough for all.
No map can guide, no path is clear,
It lies inside, so calm, so near.
A breath, a pause, a moment's grace,
And suddenly, you’re in that place.
The rush subsides, the chaos fades,
The light returns, the darkness wades.
In stillness deep, you’ll find your ground,
A quiet peace that’s always found.
So when the world feels far too loud,
When burdens build and doubts enshroud,
Close your eyes, and find your space,
Within your heart—a quiet place.
About the Creator
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy4 days ago in Humans
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