The Quiet, Never-ending, Current

There’s a quiet unrest inside me — a current that never seems to settle.

My mind rarely stops. It drifts, circles back, jumps ahead — never quite still. Even when everything outside is quiet, something inside keeps evolving.

Sometimes it’s ideas. Other times it’s worries, memories, questions I didn’t mean to ask, or that I would have really liked to get out. They come and go in their own time, and I can’t always tell which are worth holding onto.

I feel like writing this might help. It slows things down just enough for me to notice what’s passing through. I don’t always find answers, but at least I get to trace the shape of a thought before it disappears.

That’s what I want this space to be: a place to follow what’s moving, without rushing it. I probably won’t always make sense, but if I can get you to experience a bit of my rapturous river of thoughts, I’ll already be happy.

It’s not about clarity — it’s about self-presence. About showing up to whatever the mind brings. If you resonate with these feelings, feel free to stay here for as long as you need.

Here’s to the thoughts scribbled in the margins — and to those who read them