Doing nothing is my favourite thing to do.
As long as life pulses within me,
Time cannot possibly be squandered.

Doing nothing is an immersion in moments
Where time doesn't matter,
Where we disengage ourselves
From our constant desire to survive.

When you stop in a world that’s perpetually moving,
You start to embrace the space you’re occupying,
Cherishing the oxygen-filled air
That loads your lungs,
Letting all the colours
That paint our world sink in.

Time is a construct.
When you stop, it slows down.
This is how peace is found.

You begin to notice the details—
The way the light filters through leaves,
The patterns of birds in flight,
The fleeting intersection
Where countless human journeys converge
For a mere moment,
The instant interlink...