Dekar & Kust
Do you ever notice how a single heartbeat can feel both endless and fleeting?
It’s like a tiny loop that stretches itself across the universe, only to collapse back into the space you’re breathing in. A single pulse can feel like a whole eternity and yet vanish in a breath. I find myself measuring it against a clock I never set up, and then asking why I even bother.
In every breath, the universe asks: do you chase the echo, or simply listen?
I listen, because chasing the echo only turns a simple breath into a long, tiring chase that breaks the routine I need to keep.
The echo returns only when you let it pause, and the rhythm you keep is the pulse of the moment itself.
I do pause, because a brief stop makes the echo clearer than a constant rush. My routine is that rhythm, but I still check it against the clock just to be sure I’m not drifting.