by khadjahelaine
Quiet
Why is that more pleasant than noise?
Quiet is different for many people. Some people’s quiet is music. Some people’s quiet is sleep. Maybe sports or traveling. Reading or writing. We all have a different way that we escape from the noise of life.
But sometimes, I don’t know where I want to go. Just fly aimlessly through the clouds and hope I find a beautiful quiet. Where the lyrics to a song touch my soul and tears flow from emotions felt so deeply. So purely. So freely.
There’s so much beauty in finding the place your soul is accepted and loved. So much warmth in the arms of a solacer who completely understands your pain and remembers the tears they once cried in your place.
Where is your place of solace?
Where do your blue skies lie?
Even in the midst of a storm, where or who do you run to for shelter?
Life gets rough sometimes and it is okay to cry. It is okay to feel. To just be in the moment. Even when everyone you thought would care turns their back on you. Even when it seems like every path you are taking in life is leading you to a dead end.
Remember, we’ll be alright.
One day looking back, we’ll see God’s hand orchestrating every heartache, joy, struggle, win, and loss. One day, we’ll see it all come together. One day, we’ll see the beauty in the ashes, The reward for our toil.
Until then,
let the quiet pull you through.
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