Free From More

Everyone’s chasing something bigger, A louder life, a fuller feed. I used to run that race too, until I Asked what I actually need. Not more money than I can use, Not more eyes than I can meet. Just enough to live an honest life, And a quiet place to rest my feet. There’s a kind of free that isn’t loud. It’s the freedom from always wanting more. Free from comparing what I have to what somebody’s Showing at their door. Free From more. Just enough, And nothing to keep score. I stopped counting what I don’t have, Started noticing what’s already mine. A slow morning, a real conversation, A life that doesn’t need to shine. Simple is never the same as settling. It’s choosing peace over the endless chase. Less noise doesn’t mean less living. It just means I finally have some space. There’s a kind of free that isn’t loud. It’s the freedom from always wanting more. Free from comparing what I have to what somebody’s Showing at their door. Free From more. Just enough, And nothing to keep score. There’s a kind of free that isn’t loud. It’s the freedom from always wanting more. Free from comparing what I have to what somebody’s Showing at their door. Free From more. This is enough, And I don’t need anymore.