An Imperfect BookNerd

Life at the moment. 📚🍃

I often find myself wandering, searching for peace, but where does that peace really lie?
Is it when I pray in the morning?
Is it when I wake up at sharp 5 and go running?
Is it when I cook?
When I get lost in the aroma of my own food?
Is it when I travel to work alone, put on my earphones, and play that one same track again?
Or when I’m stuck in traffic and look outside at the vast sky, constant and unmoved?
Is it when I keep myself busy with work?
When I get to read books?
When I travel to places I’ve never been before?
Or when I’m at home, the place where I grew up?
Somewhere in the quiet corners between the pages of the books I read?

The truth is, we spend so much of our lives searching for peace, only to realize it has always been within us.
My mind wanders endlessly, sometimes to the point where I get tired of my own overthinking.

But today, on a random Tuesday, I sat at home. I was working, yes, but I took 30 minutes off just to sit outside and feel the breeze. It’s relatively hot these days, but I’m grateful my grandparents and parents loved trees enough to plant so many around our home.

When the warm and cool breeze touched my face, I closed my eyes and felt it, in every strand of my hair, in the goosebumps on my skin. I felt it in the pages of my books as they began to turn on their own. I felt it in my legs swinging gently off the railing. The leaves whispered softly.

I could hear my mom’s voice from the back of her room, laughing on a call. Someone was talking on the road outside. And slowly, without even trying, I felt my mind settle back into peace.

Maybe peace was never something to chase, maybe it was always waiting in the pauses we forget to take.