The human brain is a funny thing.

Every passing day I’m driven by thoughts of impatience, mostly stemming from my inaction in the moment, or worrying about the future, or what have you.

It’s a reality that time is running out. And every single day my brain stops and reminds me of the same. Every day, multiple times a day.

Oddly enough, the same brain stops and reminds me when I worry too much, to take a moment and breathe.

To look at her face and be amazed on how fortunate I really am. To hold her hand and stare at her blankly, saying nothing. To sit on the chair near the dining table and look at her cook.

There’s so much friction between the two. And it’s my job to balance them. To work fiercely, every day all day towards my goals— but also allow her solace to comfort me. To breathe, to sit, to look at the moon behind the clouds.

What is it all for?

Solace.