evolution

There comes a time, quiet, slow…when the noise of the world no longer stirs you,when the chase loses its thrill,and you begin to wonderwhat it really meansto be alive. Not to exist.Not to survive.But to live.Fully.Fiercely.With wonder burning behind your eyes. Because peace…real peaceisn’t handed down like a gift.It’s carved,soul-first,from chaos.From heartbreak and stillness,from…