There came a point when the surrounding noise grew louder than…

Greg Unger

There came a point when the surrounding noise grew louder than the voice within. A feeling akin to drifting—like a leaf in a restless river—carried by currents unchosen. This feeling is a signal to recalibrate your focus and turn it inward. You close your eyes, not to shut the…

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