The clinging to “knowing” used to eat me alive. I’d chase certainty like it was oxygen—thinking if I could just predict what’s coming, I’d finally relax. But it never came. Just more tension.
Letting go of needing to know didn’t solve everything overnight, but it gave me space to breathe. I still catch myself trying to wrestle the future into submission—but now I notice it, smile, and return to the present.
You’re right: peace isn’t found in prediction. It’s in presence.
Thank you sir 🙏🏻
We see eye to eye on this one.
The clinging to “knowing” used to eat me alive. I’d chase certainty like it was oxygen—thinking if I could just predict what’s coming, I’d finally relax. But it never came. Just more tension.
Letting go of needing to know didn’t solve everything overnight, but it gave me space to breathe. I still catch myself trying to wrestle the future into submission—but now I notice it, smile, and return to the present.
You’re right: peace isn’t found in prediction. It’s in presence.
Thanks for the reminder, Alex.