Sitting still

The hardest is to seat still,
Not moving and letting the world come to me
After years of frantic arm-waving, the stillness feels good but is strange to get used to.

It is no longer about the right thing to do
It is no longer about pride and what I deserve
It is no longer about anything I have experienced or am familiar with

It is a new road,
A fine and pleasant new road.

Life can be wonderful as that.