I read an article about gravitational forces and I thought I could lose weight while earth slows down if I went to the equator….

Differences in the gravitational pull between the Earth and the Moon will make July 9, July 22 and August 5 unusually short.

(a message to my son)

 STILL YOU

The world is slowly slowing down.

The days stretch longer.

We grow heavier

without noticing.

And still—

we stand.

Not because we’ve chosen the right side,

or found the perfect light,

but because

we don’t need to.

Some truths can’t be shouted.

Some can’t even be known.

War is never clean.

Refugees are not lines on maps.

The loudest preachers don’t always carry the clearest light.

What if we’re all absurd,

following beams too narrow to see the whole shape of things?

What if your light

was never meant to be a spotlight—

but a glow,

soft and wide,

enough to see your own hands

and maybe someone else’s?

What if you’re not in the light

but still you—

still real,

still whole,

still standing

without fear of the dark?

You don’t need to echo anyone

to know who you are.

You don’t need to be part of the loudest group

to feel belonging.

Somewhere beneath the noise,

beneath the knowing,

beneath the naming of sides,

there’s a quiet place

that doesn’t need defending.

If you’re already there,

stay.

If you’re not,

you’re not far.

And maybe this is what freedom feels like:

Not floating away,

but resting inside yourself

without needing a flag to carry,

or an argument to win.

To wake up without reaching for a headline

to tell you who you are.

To feel no shame in saying,

“I’m still thinking.”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“That doesn’t speak for me.”

To be strong

without standing on anything but your own bare feet,

unburdened by the pressure

to have the biggest, best answers.

There is peace in not choosing

today’s truth

or tomorrow’s absurdity.

There is peace in not choosing at all—

but simply being,

watching,

feeling,

letting the world turn slowly beneath you,

as it always has.

And still—

you stand.

You and I are already connected,

not by ideas or sides,

but by the quiet belonging

of loving each other.

We do not belong to headlines,

parties,

or borrowed beliefs.

We belong to ourselves.

And nothing small—

no single answer,

no loud opinion—

ever needs to decide

who you are.