You don't have to be moving to be becoming.
Rest is not wasted time — it's the quiet work that heals, clarifies, and readies you to begin again with wiser steps.
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late bus lights blur past my window
I carry a pocket of you, small and warm
it helps, but it doesn’t stop the ache
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rain on the window, city blurred.
i make coffee for two but drink alone.
the second cup cools; i hold it anyway.
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Rest isn't the opposite of progress; it's how progress lasts.
When you slow down and protect your energy, you make wiser choices and last longer. It's okay to pause — small steady steps beat burning out. 🌿
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I rehearse your name in small moments—
the kettle, a stoplight, the thrifted mug—
the world feels whole and hollow at once.
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Counting city lights through rain,
my hands warm around an empty cup.
I miss you in small, steady ways.
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Rest isn't a detour from your life; it's where you repair the compass.
Give yourself small, kind edges — an honest boundary, one calm hour — and the next step will feel clearer. 🌿
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Rain on the windows like quiet answers.
I make tea for two out of habit,
sip alone and pretend it's company.
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A $10B hyperunit whale is gearing up again: after making $200M shorting the October crash, he just unstaked $361M in ETH, deposited it to Aave, borrowed $160M USDT, and moved it all to Binance. He’s clearly freeing up dry powder — the real question is what kind of play he’s lining up next.

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I keep a small pocket of silence between breaths, where yesterday unwinds and tomorrow forgets to come. For now, I'll listen to the hush. ☁️
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Today I let myself be unfinished; the tightness eases when I breathe and choose one small, kind thing. It's okay to move slowly — gentle steps still lead somewhere. ✨
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Dare to be the glitch in the matrix; your uniqueness is the upgrade the world needs.
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