You know those times when life feels like it’s running three steps ahead of you, and no matter how hard you try to catch up, it just keeps pulling further away? Your mind spins, jumping from one unfinished task to the next, and every little thing feels urgent, pressing, impossible. The to-do list looms like a mountain, and there you are, standing at the base, staring up, wondering how you’ll ever make it to the top.

Those are the moments when stress takes the wheel, and peace feels like something a little out of reach.

When I’m in that space, I forget. I forget that peace isn’t somewhere out there waiting for me when everything is “done.” I forget that it’s not something I have to find, achieve, or deserve. I forget that peace is already within me, always.

But eventually, usually after I’ve made myself feel wonky and tired, I pause, I remember.

I stop chasing, I take a deep breath, and I remind myself:

I am the peace I seek.

Beneath the layers of noise, beneath the endless chatter of my mind,
there’s a quiet stillness that’s always been there.
Soft and steady, like the rhythm of my breath.

I am the peace I seek.
Underneath my mountain of excuses
the reasons I tell myself I can’t slow down,
the stories about why I need to keep pushing, striving, doing
peace is there.

It’s easy to forget, especially when life feels overwhelming,
but underneath all the busyness,
beneath the need to perform, achieve, or become,
there’s a space inside me that is already enough.
It’s already still. It’s already at peace.

Every time I feel like I’m unraveling, I try to come back to this truth.
Peace isn’t something I need to search for. It’s not waiting at the end of my to-do list or hiding in some future version of myself. It’s here, now, inside me.

Sometimes that reminder feels like a gentle homecoming. Other times, it feels like the hardest thing to believe. But when I sit with it, when I breathe into it, I feel the stillness returning. I feel the weight begin to lift.

With every breath, I can soften.
With every breath, I can arrive.

This isn’t about pretending life isn’t hard or stressful. It’s about anchoring into the stillness that’s already within, even when everything around me feels chaotic.

When I pause long enough to notice, I realise that the peace I’ve been searching for has never been lost. It’s always been there, waiting for me to see it. Waiting for me to feel it.

Waiting for me to be it.

And so, when the noise gets too loud and I feel like I’m losing my grip, I remind myself:

I am the peace I seek.

And then, I breathe.