The barbet sits still, steady on its branch. Not moving, not rushing — as if a thought has pinned it in place.
I watch, and I feel the same pause within myself. Do I remain here, where I feel at peace, or do I push toward something else — growth, future, hustle? Do I run endlessly in search of a peace I might already be sitting with?
Perhaps this is what I’ve always wanted, yet it feels so near I can hardly recognize it. I doubt myself. Then I doubt even my doubt. Am I doing the right thing, or just circling around the question forever?
This is the human dilemma: we chase tomorrow while the quiet of today waits, already enough. Peace doesn’t need to be earned. It simply asks to be accepted.
Peace is perched exactly where we are.