It doesn’t happen often.
Abundant noise can fragment signal. Meaning is hard to see when every screen is yelling out one more disturbing detail, another enticing sensation, and distractions built upon a haphazard foundation of what came before.
But every once in a while, the sounds become a chord and the words penetrate.
No more noise, no more wondering if I’m doing too much or not enough. Just a connection where I disappear and we exist together.
The air crystalizes and my voice vibrates with the world. Distractions melt. This single moment is all there is.
And then when I notice, it falls back to chaos. How can I hold it for more than an instant?
That’s why I talk. That’s why I write. That’s why I bother when it seems no one wants to listen.
Keep chasing lights.
