You are allowed to choose peace.
Not because uncertainty has vanished,
nor because sorrow has released every question,
but because the heart was never meant
to live forever at odds with itself.
You are allowed to believe in gentleness,
to welcome what does not wound in order to deepen,
what does not require unrest
to prove its meaning,
what arrives softly
and still possesses weight.
Somewhere beyond the reach of your present knowing
are things that will one day become beloved.
A song you have never heard
may someday belong so completely to a certain hour
that its first notes return you there at once.
A street you have never walked
may grow familiar beneath your feet.
There are rooms you have yet to enter
where, in time, you may feel entirely at home.
You may never know how far your presence has traveled.
A kindness you scarcely remember
may still be kept in the heart of someone who needed it.
A few words, offered without ceremony,
may have steadied an uncertain hour
or lent courage to a decision
you never knew was theirs to make.
There are hours when the present gathers its shadow,
when the day feels heavy as a sky before rain
and the heart moves carefully beneath its weight.
In such moments the mind wanders through mist,
seeking a clear horizon
where the road bends out of sight
and the distance grows quiet and uncertain.
Yet no storm claims the sky forever.
Even the darkest clouds
are travelers of the wind,
arriving with thunder for a season
and departing with the returning light.
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