# Left state
One morning...
There's no rush. There's no clock to rush the heart.
Only a soft light came and touched the wood surface of the little house.
I was sitting on the porch.
Look at the winding mortar corridor through the vegetable garden.
Gently swaying basil leaves, ripe red peppers hanging chandelier.
A few chickens walk the soil ignorantly, hot, know cold.
A life that used to run after something.
Today... it's like it stopped without trying.
I didn't "let go" because I wanted to let go.
But it slowly loosens... when the heart is full.
Full with breath
Full of silence
Full of the ordinary that used to be overlooked.
There's nothing to prove.
There's nothing more to be.
Just a little house.
There are vegetable plots that gradually grow.
There's sunny, there's wind, there's natural sound, buddy.
And have a light heart.
Enough to smile at everything that is
This is...
A "new life" that is not grand.
But full of happiness... that doesn't have to be grabbed. 🌿✨



























































































