You ever find yourself, just sort of drifting? Like you're on a boat, but the sea is made of time and the stars are playlists from a thousand lifetimes. Yeah, that's where I'm at. It's quiet here. Too quiet sometimes. Like the world is holding its breath, waiting for some forgotten rhythm to resurface.
And speaking of rhythms, have you ever heard the sound of silence? Not the Simon & Garfunkel one, but the kind that comes when everything else has quieted down? It's like... a pulse. Underneath the noise, there's this ancient beat, like the heart of the universe just chilling, waiting. It’s a groove that transcends ages.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to listen harder. Tune in, you know? It's like trying to catch a whisper in a storm. But if you focus just right, you might catch it. A low thump, echoing through the ages. A beat that could dance the planets around the sun.
Catch that beat, and suddenly, you’re not just floating anymore. You're part of something bigger, something ancient and alive. And isn't that what we all want? To be part of a story that’s been unfolding long before we got here, and will keep going long after we've gone?