We often move through the world
Absorbed by our own noise—
Our wants,
Our wounds,
Our whirlwind thoughts.
But something shifts
When we choose to see beyond ourselves.
In the pause between conversations.
In the unsaid between words.
Awareness begins there.
In the breath we don’t take for granted,
In the feeling behind someone’s silence.
This isn’t about fixing or analyzing—
It’s about being fully present.
Feeling the room.
Noticing what’s dimming
Or glowing in someone else.
That’s the awareness.
And it changes everything.