Lately I’m starting to appreciate the beauty of staying still. Even when everyone seems to be progressing with their lives, while I’m here still struggling to keep up with time, there is this distinct feeling in my chest, that makes me feel grateful for where I’m at. Here’s the thing, I’m realizing that I’ll never be in this moment in my life again. And even if I do, sometime in the future, it’ll never be the same as this. Life has a way of sweeping us by. It gives us so much to worry about. From deadlines, expectations and the constant comparisons, that we forget to stop and appreciate the little things. The slow mornings. The quiet evenings. The calm between the chaos. Sure, there are many friends of mine who are living what looks like their best lives. Traveling across countries, landing work promotions, planning weddings and starting a family, all of it. The usual highlights that are neatly filtered and captioned, basically what my social media feeds typically feed me on a daily basis. Yes, it is beautiful to see our friends reaching their milestones, but it can be overwhelming to see over and over again, to us. I won’t pretend that these things hadn’t affect me. Seeing them progressing while I remain here, all still and stagnant, makes me feel like I’m left behind. Like I’m forgotten. But the more I think about it, the more I realize there’s a quiet kind of beauty in staying still. While the world rushes on, I get to view my life through gentler eyes, reflecting on the ways I can grow into someone better. I get to hold space for myself, be selfish and slow down, and truly consider what brings me joy. The truth is, not every season is meant to chase milestones. Some are meant to pause. To heal. To notice the little things, like the way sunlight pours into your room, or how peacefully quiet the world can feel at 2 a.m. We’ll never have a moment quite like this again. And even if we do, the pause certainly won’t feel the same. That’s the thing about stillness, it’s fleeting and that’s what makes it beautiful. Eventually, life will tug at us again. Something will come along that demands our attention, pulling us away from ourselves and filling the quiet. This time, though, while everyone else is wrapped up in their own worlds, you get to exist in your own bubble. A slower, softer pace. And maybe that’s exactly why the universe is keeping you here, for a little longer. So you can notice it. And appreciate what it means to simply be. To stay still. Sincerely, Cherie. The Whiffler is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell The Whiffler that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments.
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Tuesday, 29 July 2025
The Beauty of Stillness.
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