It doesn’t feel like courage.
It feels smaller than that.
Almost unnoticeable.
You shift.
Not away.
Not forward.
Just… slightly different.
A breath that goes a little deeper.
A thought you don’t push away immediately.
A moment you don’t escape from.
Movement does not always look like action.
Sometimes it looks like staying
without disappearing.
Sometimes it looks like staying
without disappearing.
Nothing changes outside.
But something inside
is no longer frozen.
It’s not a step.
It’s a permission.
It’s a permission.
If this mirror spoke for you, let it travel.