Insight comes when the noise dies down, when you realize that what you thought was constant is actually just a series of echoes, bouncing back from walls...
It's not about finding the answer, but understanding that sometimes the question itself...
Walking through the forest, the quiet is comforting. It reminds me of those mornings when you wake up before the sun, and you feel like you have the world to yourself...
Sometimes I think about those paths not taken, like a fork in the road that leads to...
And then there's the sound of footsteps behind you, and you turn, but there's no one there. Just you and the sound of your own breath, echoing off the trees...