Is it just the season of emotions, or is it the quiet weight of financial difficulty that makes my soul pause lately? I ask myself this often—not out of self-pity, but out of honesty.
I am not lavish.
I don’t live like many women who find joy in the sparkle of bags, shoes, and curated lifestyles. And yet, some days are still hard. Not because I lack, but because I carry.
I carry responsibilities. I carry love. I carry the needs of those who ask not out of greed but because they trust me to provide—even when I myself am unsure.
And in the middle of all this, I find peace in the simplest things.
A fresh shampoo. The gentle blessing of coconut oil against my skin. A warm cup of ginger tea. A handful of nuts.
A book, just a few pages.
Soft music that doesn't demand, only whispers.
A prayer whispered in the dark.
That’s when the weight lightens. That’s when I remember—enough is not about what I have, but about how I live.
I ask myself, am I alone in this? Or are there others—men, women, souls—who walk quietly with strength, finding wealth in simplicity and joy in the little?
Maybe this is what it means to truly live:
To be unshaken by what the world says we must have.
To find refuge not in excess, but in essence.
And to end each day not with more… but with meaning.
In a world full of wants...
. . . sometimes the greatest luxury is knowing what you have is already enough.
Thanks to the photos #Takatoshikun and #Pepperminting @Pixabay