There comes a point when you realize that some things in life do not respond to patience or reason. Like a fly that keeps circling your head…buzzing, distracting, disappearing just long enough to make you think it’s gone…only to return again.
You swat it away once, twice, dozens of times, hoping it will finally leave you in peace. But it never does…
It feeds on access, on hesitation, on your hope that restraint will be enough. And eventually, you understand that the only way to restore your peace is to stop swatting and take decisive action.
Not out of anger, but out of self-preservation. You let it die. You do not resurrect it. You do not explain yourself. You choose silence, stillness, and peace…and you breathe again.
I am partial to butterflies…they know how to glide and when the time is perfect, they land gently…with grace and presence.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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