The River Does Not Keep Every Leaf

All day, the mind has gathered fragments: a stranger's tone, a mistake in the afternoon, news from far away, an old memory stirred by a scent. It tries to keep each one, as though attention were a warehouse without walls.

Let the river take what does not belong in the night. Watch each fragment pass without following it downstream.

Keep only what asks for genuine care tomorrow. The rest may leave without explanation.

You are not made wiser by carrying every impression into sleep. Emptiness can be a form of trust: the belief that what matters will return when you have strength to meet it.