An observation of the world we live in, written from the inside out—where the world, the body, and the self quietly meet.
It was a bright and sunny day, and something in the world felt ready to exhale.
Blue birds danced in the air as I made my way along the edge of the road, the sweet hum of traffic behind me.
There’s nothing gracious about the world today.
Everything is hustle and bustle.
A world out of touch with its own feelings and emotions.
Not a soul truly understands themselves, because listening feels too difficult—too slow. Too busy. Distracted by everyone else around them.
In a way, the world searches and dreams its way toward what it sees outside of itself.
The world never really gets to just breathe.
To exhale.
Imagine if the world experienced the feeling of getting home from work and letting a deep exhale go as you walk through the door.
What change could that bring?
Would it stop the workings of the world—so dependent on everything outside of itself?
Where lies the key to the world?
Where lies the secret to living on this planet in the way we all quietly dream of?
The world is constantly looking outward.
There is no inner trust.
Drowned in the opinions of others.
Drowned in the lies it tells itself.
It dreams of being free—open, unconstricted.
It dreams of feeling again.
Of sensing its own rhythm.
Its own song.
Not through the eyes of others.
That passion, that freedom to feel infinite, is electric and, at the same time, calming.
Calming because this is exactly where you are meant to be in this moment.
Electric because your whole being feels alive, buzzing with excitement.
It is finally free.
Uncoupled.
Potential rising.
The spaciousness this creates within feels like a homecoming.
Like the world returning to a natural state of being—free from judgement, free from the pressure of the outside.
Just allowed to be.
No performing.
No fighting.
No striving to become.
It is a new way of sensing.
One unlike anything before.
And at first, the world feels uncomfortable.
It doesn’t yet know how to orient itself in this new terrain.
It wobbles and shakes at times.
Like a vase gently rocking after a child has brushed past it mid-play.
Every now and then, the old patterns return—but they no longer carry the same pull.
The same seduction they once did.
The world cannot quite comprehend how this is possible.
The nervous system feels safe here, even when things feel somewhat chaotic.
And in this moment, the world realises something.
It doesn’t need exterior validation.
It doesn’t need reflections, love, joy, or even sadness from the outside.
It is poetic to say that all of these things cannot be experienced separately.
They do not reside in some far-off place.
They do not live with God, somewhere beyond reach.
They reside within the world.
As one.
The world once viewed itself as fragmented.
Split into a million pieces.
But through the art of letting go—
through releasing reins that were once held so tightly—
it allowed those pieces to return into communion with one another.
Integrated.
Whole.
No longer scattered across the universe.
There was never really a solution.
All that was ever needed
was to let go
and enjoy the god damn ride.
J.H
betweenworlds.studio 
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