These pages are not instructions and they are not doctrines. They are glimpses. Reminders that the wrongness you feel humming beneath everything is not in the world but in the way you meet it.

Each glimpse wears a different mask: anger, patience, frustration, leisure, letting go. Yet they all return to the same discovery: nothing is wrong. Life is not off track. It is moving as it moves.

You do not need a special place or a sacred pause to see it. This moment, with all its noise and edges, is enough. This is the meditation. This is the practice.

Sometimes the reminder comes sharply, sometimes gently. Sometimes it invites stillness, sometimes it pushes you forward. But always it is pulling you back toward the center, where nothing needs to be fixed before you can breathe.

Take them in order or at random. Hold onto the ones that echo. Let them remind you of what you already know.

Nothing is wrong.