Some feelings arrive without manners.
They do not explain themselves.
They tighten the chest.
They disturb the day.
The habit is to manage them.
Fix them.
Quiet them down.
But discomfort is not an error.
It is often information
arriving without translation.
Feelings that stay unresolved
are not stubborn.
They are unheard.
Sit with the sensation
without asking it to leave.
Without rushing it toward meaning.
Over time, a direction emerges.
Not a command.
A signal.
Uncomfortable feelings are not obstacles.
They are guides
that speak a language slower than thought.
Listening does not amplify them.
It gives them somewhere to go.
