Thread: Inner Work
There is a certain kind of longing that is loud.
It demands.
It disrupts.
It pulls you out of yourself and into imagination, fantasy, urgency.
I have known that kind before.
But this is not that.
This feels different.
Quieter.
Steadier.
Almost like a low current that runs beneath the surface of a calm lake.
It does not try to carry me away.
It simply reminds me that something meaningful exists.
Sometimes it shows itself as warmth in my chest.
Sometimes as a sudden presence when the world is still.
Sometimes as a thought I don’t follow, but allow to pass through like light through glass.
It is not distraction.
It is definition.
It does not make me lose focus in the present — it sharpens it.
It asks me to show up better in my own life.
To train with respect.
To care for my body.
To speak gently.
To move honestly.
To become someone who is worthy of connection, not by proving anything, but by being fully myself.
This feeling does not rush me.
It does not make demands.
It does not haunt or disrupt.
It simply exists — quietly — and in doing so, it makes everything around it feel more intentional.
Almost sacred.
If the world placed everything I long for directly in front of me, I might move too quickly.
I might grasp instead of honour.
I might rush instead of listen.
But what I am learning now is that love does not need to be seized.
It needs to be respected.
It needs space to breathe.
It needs a steady heart and a calm mind.
So I do not chase this feeling.
I carry it with me through ordinary moments.
In the way I move my body.
In the way I hold silence.
In the way I care for my own life.
It is not an escape from reality.
It is a reminder to live more fully inside it.
To be more present.
More patient.
More awake.
Connection does not have to be loud to change a man.
Sometimes it is simply a quiet knowing that lives inside you…
… and that quiet knowing begins to shape everything you touch.
And for now, that quiet presence is enough.