There are places that exist between places.
Moments that exist between moments.
You are standing in one now.
Have you ever felt neither here nor there?
Not quite leaving. Not quite arriving.
Just... between.
The threshold is sacred.
It is where the old self meets the new. Where past dissolves and future forms.
This is where transformation happens.
Certainty is an illusion.
Destinations are just pauses.
Life is lived in transitions.
The space between is where everything changes.
Not everyone needs answers.
Some of us need to embrace the questions.
And linger.
Step into the space between.
"We are not meant to stay.
We are meant to pass through."