Last night, I was reading, fully lost in the story. When I finished my chapter, I looked around. The room was so quiet, and for a moment, I noticed something rare—my mind was quiet too.
No racing thoughts, no endless noise. Just a soft stillness, like my book had pressed pause on everything inside my head. It felt peaceful, and I let myself sit with that calm for a while and breathe. To enjoy the rare peacefulness of my mind.