Dare to stop

 Dare to stop? 

There is a quiet power in just  stepping off the 'grid'

From the ceaseless hum of purpose unspoken,  

A brief rebellion against the grind 

The urge to do, to prove, to strive, to be.  

We skim and often race  through days, stone blind to their weight,  

So utterly convinced that worth is measured in motion,  

That to pause is to fall behind,  

And be left in the dust of 

The so called 'progress and sucess'  

But think of this

 What if stillness is not actually retreat,  

But the truest form of knowing oneself?  

In silence, we find the world unravels,  

The noise of life fades, revealing what is real

And what really matters 

We are not the sum of tasks completed,  problems solved or questions answered.

Not the hours spent filling the void with purpose,  

But the quiet moments when time stands still,  

When 'being' is enough, when doing can wait

The world demands we run, to always match,  

To chase some fleeting sense of value — 

 

But in truth, perhaps it is not the pace  

That matters,

 but the depth with which we live.  

We always ask the world, "Am I good enough?"  

And  wait with baited breath for the answer.

 We  love being judged

And that is the sad paradox of life .

But what if the answer lies in surrender,  

In ceasing the chase and letting go,  

Finding peace in the midst of the spin.  

Yet here I sit, sipping tea

In the silence of the dawn

caught in this thought,  

Wondering if anyone else has dared to stop.