Today, I listened.

As stories unfolded, I realized how much has been happening around me without my noticing. Conflicts, tensions, small storms that never reached my door. For a moment, it felt like I had missed something. Then I understood that maybe I hadn’t missed anything at all.

There is a quiet gratitude in realizing that my absence from these stories was a form of care. Not indifference, but choice. A way of keeping my days uncluttered and my mind steady.

If peace required me to not give weight to other people’s drama, then I’m thankful I chose silence over knowing everything.