Surrender and resistance in truce...

There came a day I stopped bracing against the tide. I let the pain in, without trying to rename it. I let the becoming happen, without forcing it into shape. I stopped negotiating with fate... like it owed me comfort. That was the end of my entitlement to peace...and the beginning of my acceptance of life, just as it is.

Life isn’t always a war to win. Some storms are meant to pass through you, not be outsmarted. Some rains are meant to be felt, not forecasted. In that quiet surrender, I didn’t fall apart. I simply met the part of me that never needed fixing..simply the space to be.

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