I was having dinner outdoors sometime in Dec last year - surrounded by trees and the sound of nature.
Out of nowhere, a cicada landed on me. It didn’t fly off immediately. It simply stayed for a while, still and unbothered. No panic, no confusion. Just presence.
And in that moment, I felt like I’d been handed a quiet message: not everything that matters is visible. Not every transformation needs an audience.
Cicadas aren’t showy. They spend most of their lives underground, unseen, growing. In...
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