The Woman Who Kept Asking 

There was a woman who was known for asking.

She asked her friends what they thought she should do.
She asked experts, books, cards, signs.
She asked the sky for answers, and waited for something undeniable to arrive.

And often—something did.

A word. A feeling. A quiet nudge.

But just as quickly, doubt would follow.

What if that’s not right?
What if I’ve misunderstood?
What if there’s a better answer I haven’t found yet?

So she would ask again.

And again.

And over time, her questions became louder than her listening.

One day, tired from searching, she sat in stillness—not to find an answer, but because she had run out of energy to keep looking.

There was no ritual.
No expectation.
No asking.

Just a pause. And in that pause… something unexpected happened.

She noticed a feeling. Not dramatic. Not urgent.

Just… quiet. Steady. Certain. It wasn’t new. It felt strangely familiar.

As if it had been there all along—waiting, not to be discovered, but to be noticed.

She realised then:

It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to do.

It was that she didn’t trust what she knew.

This time, she stayed.

And for the first time, she chose not to turn away from what she felt.