Weightless

I don't know what I see when I look at this.

Maybe someone falling. Maybe someone finally letting go.

There's something strangely comforting about the idea of becoming weightless — of putting everything down for a moment and not having to be strong, not having to explain yourself, not having to know where you're going.

We spend so much of our lives trying to keep ourselves together. Holding onto people, plans, expectations, versions of ourselves we thought we were supposed to become.

And sometimes I wonder what would happen if we simply stopped holding on.

Not giving up.

Just resting.

Letting yourself disappear into the quiet for a little while, until you remember what it feels like to be yourself without carrying everything that happened before.

Maybe that's what this feels like to me.

Not drowning.

Just learning how to float.