A Closing Letter

You made it to the end, which means you now know something most people don't learn until they've burned out at least once.

You know the exhaustion isn't a character flaw. You know the noise isn't aimed at you. You know the original, quiet version of you is still in there, under the tabs. You know how to stay heavy.

None of this will make the world quieter. There will always be exam pressure, drama, algorithms and adults telling you who to be and how fast to run. If your plan for peace is to make the whole universe calm down first, you'll exhaust yourself.

The game was never stopping the storm. The game is being heavy enough that it has to go around you — and kind enough that other people can shelter in your gravity when their own umbrella's blown inside out.

Stop spreading yourself across a thousand expectations to keep everyone happy. Pull your attention back home.

You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to be steady. You are allowed to be on your own side.

Let them spin. You stay heavy.