We chase the noise of certainty the comfort of control
but life speaks softly from the quiet part of the soul
We try to skip the ache to jump to the part we understand—
yet meaning grows only where we choose to stand
No rewind returns the person you were before pain
no fast-forward reveals why storms needed to rain
Still in the hush between loss and allow
you feel a small truth settle in—here now
The world slows its pulse just long enough
for fragile hearts to remember they’re tough
And healing without asking when or how
wraps its arms around the trembling now
Because wholeness is not a race or a role—
it is simply the quiet that stitches the soul