Is it possible to find peace within turmoil?

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hm... even in an empty existence there yet a fullness to be found. Ironic to be bestowed such a gift at this time of year, not that the timing would have made a difference. It's there.. a whisper within, a soft beat I can barely hear, but I know it's there if I listen. So fragile, like some tiny bird fluttering in the darkness. Is it fear that echoes for it?

The darkness is all consuming, it threatens every moment to crush that whisper... that feeling.

Stay strong.