Lately, I’ve realized how uncomfortable we’ve become with silence. The moment we’re free, we grab our phones. If there’s no new message, we scroll. If there’s nothing to scroll, we search. God forbid we sit still and do… nothing.

But the other day, I caught myself just sitting on the balcony, staring at the sky after a long day. No agenda, no playlist in the background, no screen in my hand. And strangely, it felt good. Almost like my brain finally took a deep breath after holding it in for too long.

We spend so much time chasing productivity, milestones, and growth that we forget the value of simply being. The pauses, the in-between spaces, the quiet — they aren’t wasted time. They’re the reset button.

Doing nothing isn’t laziness. It’s letting yourself exist without performing. It’s where ideas are born, where healing begins, where you remember who you are without the noise.

Maybe we don’t need to fill every minute. Maybe the most important moments are the ones where we stop, look up, and realize that even in stillness, life is moving forward.