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You are still alive, and your presence matters here.

Peace is freedom from disturbance. It does not mean that the disturbance goes away=. It means that despite the disturbance, you can still know peace. You can still breathe deep. You can choose to believe: “I will be okay, even within this uncertainty.” Everything may not come together perfectly, in the way you hoped it would, but this present moment can still be good. You can still look where the Light pours in. You can still hear the music. You can still taste bittersweet fruit that reminds you: “I am still alive. My presence matters here. I am living. I am breathing. And I am choosing to believe that even here, that means something.” This is peace. And you are free to have peace, right here in your uncertainty.


Sincerely,

Morgan Harper Nichols