When Time Is Lived, Not Spent
There comes a quiet season in many lives when the days look full from the outside but feel strangely uninhabited from within.
The calendar is neatly arranged. Meetings follow meetings. Messages arrive before the sun does and linger long after it has set. Tasks are completed, boxes are ticked, conversations are held. By evening, the body is tired and the mind has travelled through many rooms of activity.
Yet something gentle but essential feels missing.