la plume inspirée

Hello Megs

It is a truth seldom spoken, yet universally felt, that happiness most often finds its fullest form in quiet concealment; indeed, pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés. This wisdom, though appearing to some as merely quaint or evasive, is rather an invitation to the truest contentment—to a life free from the cumbersome obligations of display. She, in her own reflective solitude, found this maxim neither idle nor antiquated, but rather a balm, a gentle urging towards a happiness unencumbered by the weight of society’s ceaseless gaze. In her solitude, where thoughts could meander without the restraint of judgment and heart could blossom without the fetters of worldly expectation, she discovered a depth of joy that neither applause nor approval could bestow—a joy composed not of spectacle but of substance, as enduring as it was unseen. In the cafe, drinking tea, dreaming, not fighting a dragon, often breaking into a run.

coming next on

The Cloister of Contentment