In the quiet moments of solitude, I often found myself drawn to the rhythm beneath my chest, where the symphony of life played out in a dance of breath and heartbeat. With each gentle touch, I felt the subtle tremors of existence, a reminder of the intricate machinery that sustained me. It was not a mystical force that pulsed within me, but a raw, tangible power—the power to persist, to persevere in the face of trials and tribulations. A power not of spells or incantations, but of resilience and fortitude, the sheer will to continue on when the world grows … Continue reading Beneath my chest