They say patience is a virtue. I say it’s a damn skill.
You learn it, sittin’ still, watchin’ the world move fast like folks forgot how to breathe. But me? I been on porches, benches, street corners long enough to know the best thoughts come when you ain’t lookin’ for ‘em.
This right here? Just me in between. In between chapters. In between sips of coffee. In between the noise and the next idea. And maybe that’s where the real living sits —right there in the pause.
I ain’t tryin’ to be profound. Hell, some days I’m just tryin’ to keep the wind from blowin’ my hat off.
But if you see me sittin’ quiet like this, just know—I’m thinkin’. I’m listenin’. I’m waitin’.
And sometimes, that’s the loudest kind of noise there is.
Now tell me—when’s the last time you let yourself sit still long enough to hear what your own soul was sayin’?