Life, Liberty, and Inner Peace
Life moves—always. Through calendar pages and caregiving tasks, through kitchen sink reflections and late-night vigil prayers. And in its movement, we often forget to ask: what does it mean to truly live? Liberty, when seen merely as independence, can feel like a solitary drumbeat. But liberty paired with belonging—that is symphonic. It is choosing not only our path, but the posture with which we walk it. Not just the freedom to act, but the freedom to feel without judgment, to rest without apology. And then there is inner peace. Quiet, unmarketed, rarely trending. Inner peace doesn’t need to be loud. It exists in the rituals—slicing strawberries for a patient, lighting a candle at dusk, whispering a truth that asks nothing in return. It’s not the absence of storms but the ability to stand in their midst and still hum a lullaby to the soul. Together, life, liberty, and inner peace form a sacred braid. One strand frays without the others. To live fully without peace is to cha...