When the Spinning Stops

Sometimes life spins you until you forget you have a center. You turn, you whirl, you circle the same ache and call it living. But a soul cannot bloom while it is dizzy. So breathe. Look into the globe within yourself, that small bright world where truth waits without shouting. There are answers there, wonder there, doors your fear never showed you. You came with gifts, light, and a place only your spirit can fill. When you find it, the spinning slows, noise bows, and you rise like a rose in the place you were always meant to bloom.

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