I used to think that peace was the absence of chaos, but now I see it's about learning to dance in the middle of it. I spent so long trying to control the storm, when all I needed was a better umbrella. Now, the rain feels almost…cleansing, sometimes. The quiet moments aren't so quiet anymore; they're full of the echoes of surviving the loud ones. It's not that the noise disappears, but the baseline shifts -- I'm learning to hear the music underneath the dissonance.