Rest Before the Race Is Run

The chair holds you, but your muscles are braced for a sprint you cannot take. You are sitting at a table with people who see a calm face, while inside you are running a marathon on a treadmill that never stops.

The noise in your chest says you should be doing more, fixing more, earning more. But the light is not asking for your motion.

It is asking for your presence. There is a rest that does not require the day to end before it begins.

The kingdom is not a destination you reach by exhausting yourself. It is a reality you enter by stopping.

The light shines in the middle of the afternoon, not just at the finish line. You do not have to run to find it.

It is already seated beside you, waiting for you to put the fork down and breathe.