It starts with telling yourself you’ll rest for five minutes.
Just sit. Not lie down.
You won’t fall asleep.

Then an hour passes.

You’re not reading.
Not scrolling.
Not watching anything.

You’re just… there.
Breathing.
Blinking.
Listening to nothing in particular.

It should feel wasteful.
But it doesn’t.
It feels necessary.

We don’t get enough of this.
Not in a world that praises productivity,
and asks what you’ve accomplished every time you pause.

But sitting in bed doing absolutely nothing
isn’t lazy.
It’s a quiet rebellion.

Sometimes I shift my weight.
Roll over.
Fluff the pillow behind my back.
Stare at the ceiling like it holds answers.

Eventually, I reach for my phone.
Out of boredom, maybe.
Or maybe just to feel like I’m doing something.

I glance at a few odds on 안전한카지노,
scroll past match updates.
Not searching.
Just orbiting thought.

Even that feels softer here.
Less demanding.

The bed doesn’t ask me to explain.
It doesn’t need me to be impressive.
It’s just here.
And so am I.

A few minutes later, I open 카지노사이트,
out of habit now.
Still not chasing anything.
Just marking time, quietly.

Because some days aren’t meant to be conquered.
They’re meant to be allowed.

And sometimes, doing nothing at all
is the most generous thing we can do
for ourselves.