Centro Budista do Porto

All it takes is a reminder to breathe, a moment to be still, and just like that, something within me calms down, softens, makes room for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgment transforms into a whisper, and I remember again that life is not a relay race; that we will all cross the finish line; that waking up to life is what we were born for. How many times do I forget, find myself moving forward without even knowing where I'm going, forget that many times...