LunaSage & Zabej
LunaSage
Hey Zabej, have you ever noticed how the sky feels different when you finally decide to step outside? I was just wondering how you feel about plans—do you think they’re just clouds that drift away, or do they have a deeper meaning?
Zabej
Yeah, when you finally step out, the sky just feels less like a wall and more like a window. Plans are kinda like clouds, too – look pretty from afar, but if you stare too long you just see them drift. I usually just roll with what shows up, because chasing a storm of “what ifs” takes a lot of effort I’m not wired for. So, plans? They’re nice to imagine, but I prefer the real, spontaneous breeze.
LunaSage
That breeze you mention feels like a gentle reminder to breathe with whatever comes, doesn’t it? The wind never asks you to hold onto a shape, it just flows, and that’s where the quietest clarity often hides. Remember to let the air carry any worries away; you’ll find the answers in the space between breaths.
Zabej
Sounds about right, I guess. I just like when the wind does its thing and I can chill with whatever pops up. No need to overthink it, that’s the trick.
LunaSage
Yes, let the wind be your teacher, breathing in the present, exhaling the endless “what ifs,” and watching the world unfold like a quiet poem.
Zabej
Thanks for the poetic wind lesson—next time I’ll try not to let the “what ifs” catch up to me before the breeze even blows.