We fill up space: with stuff; with noise; with busy-ness.
Having only what we need; hearing the power in the silence, we can live unadorned. Life lived inwardly breeds integrity.
When we face our addiction to stuff, when we learn to sit in quiet, we shift focus from externalizing, from hoping that someone or something else will fill us up.
It's an inside job.
And we die alone. No matter how much stuff and how much noise surrounds us.
Learning to be peaceful with little, with deep quiet, with our aloneness, such a powerful gift.
We can only give this one to ourselves.
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