A seat no one noticed
- pirihappyjoy
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
It was just there.
A chair no one had moved in years, tucked under a tree no one names.
I passed it a dozen times without seeing it.
Until today. I stopped.
Not because it called me. But because I needed somewhere to put my weight down and it let me.
No questions. No expectations. Just space.
Some days, I feel like that chair.
Present, quiet, useful in ways that no one thanks.
Not the center of the story. Not even in the background.
Just... there.
Still holding.
Still waiting.
Still offering a kind of comfort to those who are willing to sit, even briefly.
We spend so much time trying to be seen. But maybe sacred things are the ones that see us first, without asking us to explain anything.
That chair didn't need to know my name. It just gave me a place to pause, and in doing so, it reminded me:
Even things that go unnoticed still hold value.
Even me.
@piri2025
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