I did not write this book to explain the world.
I wrote it because I, too, have been searching for something gentle to hold onto.
Somewhere between the noise and the silence, there are moments so small they almost disappear - a hand resting quietly near yours, the hush of a breeze through dry leaves, the stillness after a deep breath. These are not the things we are taught to chase. But they are the ones that save us, quietly, when no one is watching.
This is not a book of answers. It is a collection of soft questions, wrapped in thought and offered in love. Each page is a candle lit in a room that forgot it needed warmth. Each word is a hand extended - not to pull you forward, but to walk beside you.
If you are weary, may this be rest.
If you are grieving, may this be gentleness.
If you are searching, may this remind you that you were never lost.
Thank you for meeting me here.
The world is more beautiful because you are still in it.
A quiet peace to you, always.