Silence, waste.
If I wasn't moving, I was losing.
So I ranthrough deadlines, through grief, through my own lifecollecting achievements that never filled the quiet.
It took losing what I thought made me valuable to remember what actually made me alive.
This isn't a story about burnoutit's a story about return.
Return to breath. To body. To presence. To the self I abandoned while chasing a version of success that never loved me back.
If you've ever woken up in a life that looks perfect but feels hollow, this book is for you.
Because maybe we weren't made to keep up.
Maybe we were made to come home.
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