A longing for rest can come without warning.
Sometimes it is not the words that lead.
Sometimes it is a voice on the radio, a thought that lingers, and a body that keeps moving through everyday life.
This is such a text.
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A Longing for Rest – A Voice That Stayed With Me
On the radio there was a devotional. It spoke about Lithuania and about the Jews who were murdered during the Second World War.
A letter was read aloud. Written by a girl.
She wished she were terminally ill, or unconscious, so she would not have to feel her feelings.
The girl died during the war.
She disappeared without ever having had the chance to experience happiness.
It hurt me.
It hurt to think about how the world was then – and how the world is today.
The Time We Are Living In
And perhaps that is why that voice stayed with me.
Because the world once again feels unsettled.
Wars unfolding in plain sight.
People forced to flee.
People hunted for who they are, what they believe, or where they happen to have been born.
In some parts of the world, trust in the state is shaken.
In others, democracy grows quiet slowly – not with a crash, but as people are made small, replaceable, measurable in usefulness and wallets.
When fear is allowed to rule, language hardens.
When power concentrates, human dignity shrinks.
And then the longing for rest is no longer only personal.
It becomes human.
I walk around here at home and care about the small things.
About everyday life.
About what is close.
And then the thought strikes me:
perhaps there is someone out there now, somewhere in the world, with the same thoughts as the girl who wrote the letter.
A longing for something else.
A longing for peace.
For a full stomach.
Perhaps the longing is even simpler than that.
To be able to rest without worry.
To be allowed to feel that tomorrow is a new day.
A day that holds calm.
Stillness.
And love.
Carrying the Small Things
Today it felt hard to go to the swimming hall.
Still, I went.
In the car I grew quiet.
Not out of guilt, but out of insight.
My own complaining withdrew.
I have food for the day.
I have the possibility to go swimming.
I have time.
At the pool I swam my laps.
My half hour.
My arms grew heavy, the tiredness sat deep – all the way into the shower afterward.
But it was a good tiredness.
A tiredness that demanded nothing more from me.
When I drove home, the road was long and still.
Thirty kilometers of letting thoughts settle.
The day had barely begun.
And yet something had already been done.
A Longing for Rest – When Someone Never Got the Chance to Be Happy
Do you recognize that longing?
A longing for something quieter.
For rest without worry.
For tomorrow to simply be a new day.
It is a longing for rest that does not require explanations, only space.
Between the Lines
Sometimes it is not solutions we are looking for.
Just the certainty that someone else is carrying the same questions.
Reflection
Sometimes, when we listen to other people’s thoughts, something happens inside us.
Their words awaken reflections that were not there before.
What answers do I carry myself?
Which thoughts are mine?
And which have been shaped in the meeting with other people’s stories, other interpretations, other ways of understanding the world?
Perhaps it is not always so important to know for sure.
Perhaps it is enough to stay with the question for a while –
and let it remain open.
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Yesterday has settled into history, and tomorrow waits somewhere ahead.
But right now – this is where life is happening.
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