I learned this late.
Stillness isn’t laziness.
It’s trust without argument.
When I stopped interfering,
life handled what never needed my hands.
Doing nothing
is not absence.
It’s alignment.
I’ve worn many faces.
Most of them learned.
Each layer thought it was me.
Each one asked to be believed.
I didn’t remove them by force.
I let them be seen.
What looks back now
is quieter—
and finally honest.
-Man in Presence
I didn’t heal by closing.
I healed by staying open.
The wound wasn’t a failure.
It was an entrance.
What I resisted kept me small.
What I allowed made me real.
I stopped trying to be intact.
And something deeper moved in.
