I find my stillness in wander.
Looking out into a corridor with beautiful dwellings that are completely new to my eyes, yet they have been around longer than my existence. Hearing chatter and laughter over the TV, while folks clean and hang their laundry. Smelling homemade meals from cracked windows.
I can’t shake the wanderlust out of me. It centers my left and my right, subjectively analyzing and objectively wondering. It balances my headspace — reminding me not to hyper focus on trivial issues relevant to absolutely no one else in the world.