Are you making waves,
or just ripples?

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The Problem

You know the feeling.

The scroll. The routine. The days that blur together like water that forgot how to move.

Safe. Predictable. Forgettable.

Sending "thinking of you" texts instead of writing an actual letter
Talking about adventures you'll take "someday"
Taking photos you'll never look at again
Living on the surface while the deep waits below

These aren't waves. These are ripples.

And ripples fade before they mean anything.

What Exists

You've felt it before. That rare moment when something cuts through the noise and actually reaches you. When warmth arrives in the middle of winter. Real warmth. The kind that finds you in the coldest season and says: I know it's dark. I brought light anyway.

Not the easy warmth of summer that arrives when everything is already alive. Winter warmth. The warmth that shows up when it matters and reminds you what it feels like to be alive.

Most of life doesn't feel like that. Most of life is ripples.

But the depth exists. The warmth exists. It's always been there, waiting below the surface.

apricity
/əˈprɪs.ɪ.ti/
noun
The warmth of the sun in winter. That moment when you're freezing — and then you feel it. Light breaking through. Heat where it shouldn't be. Warmth that finds you anyway.
First recorded 1623
Warmth doesn't ask permission.
It breaks through.