There’s a feeling that comes
not from the mind,
not from logic,
not from applause.
It lives deeper than desire
and steadier than emotion.
It’s called knowing.
True knowing doesn’t rush.
It doesn’t waver.
It doesn’t beg for a sign.
When the outcome is already certain,
patience becomes natural.
No disturbance. No drama.
Just a quiet hum —
every cell vibrating in harmonious pulse,
in sovereign yes.
This isn’t the eagerness of craving.
This is the sacred edge.
Where excitement is tempered by trust.
Where choice becomes ceremony.
No defense needed.
No proof.
No pep talk.
Knowing doesn’t try to convince.
It simply is.
You can ask a hundred wise ones.
You can gather mirrors and maps.
But only you can step into the knowing.
Only you can say:
This. This is mine.
And once you know—
the wait is no longer a weight.
It’s a quiet celebration in progress.
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