I think I want quiet.
Not silence. Not nothingness.
Just a kind of peace that doesn’t need to be proven or performed.
The absence of panic.
The absence of needing to explain myself every five minutes.
A world where my phone doesn’t light up with someone else’s urgency.
Happiness feels loud.
It demands photos.
It comes with exclamation marks.
And sometimes, I just want stillness.
No high. No crash. Just… here.
Quiet is underrated.
It’s the sacred space where you can hear your own thoughts without yelling.
Where your breath finally catches up with your body.
Where everything doesn’t have to be good—just not catastrophic.
So no, I’m not chasing happiness.
I’m building quiet corners in a noisy world.
And honestly, that feels more like joy than anything else ever has.
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Amen and please don’t call unless it’s an emergency.
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