Every time you insist something is wrong that shouldn’t be, you step out of center.

Every time you brace for good news or bad news—as if your state depends on it—you hand over the keys.

Every time you blame a person, a message, a moment for disturbing your calm, you exile yourself from it.

But center isn’t a mood. It’s not something you have—it’s where you stand.

And no one can move you unless you give them permission.

So stop waiting for the world to stabilize before you do. Stop asking life to line up perfectly so you can finally breathe. You can breathe now. You can be still now.

Let the news come. Let the chaos swirl. Let the phone ring and the delay hit and the thing fall through.

You don’t move.

Center is not protection from disturbance—it’s the refusal to be made reactive by it.

Stay there. From here, you can move anywhere.