Presence isn’t the same as connection.

I reread an old essay called You Forgot About Me.

It’s about the quiet moment when your life clears its throat and reminds you that you’ve been living in the glow too long.

Not burnout. Not disappearing.

Just recalibrating.

Silence isn’t a threat.

Sometimes it’s rehab.

If you’ve been running on airplane mode, this one’s for you.

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