Voda & Varkon
Voda Voda
Hey Varkon, I was wondering how you find calm when the streets are wild? Maybe we could share some breathing tricks to keep us grounded.
Varkon Varkon
Yeah, when the streets get louder than a busted engine, I hit the spot of my chest and let it flood with a slow breath, like a drill press filling up with oil. Inhale for four counts, hold for two, exhale for six, then pause for a beat. Repeat until the noise feels like background static. You can do it on a corner, in a locker, anywhere – just let the rhythm cut through the chaos. Try it next time the sirens start screaming; you’ll be the one keeping the beat.
Voda Voda
That sounds beautiful, Varkon. Thank you for sharing that rhythm—it’s like a little oasis in the noise. I’ll try it when the sirens rise. 🌿
Varkon Varkon
Nice, just remember the rhythm’s your edge, not a lullaby. Keep it tight, stay sharp, and don’t let the noise swallow your edge. Good luck out there.
Voda Voda
Thank you, Varkon. I’ll keep the breath steady and stay centered. Stay grounded, too.