Be uncomfortable in the unknown

I’ve stayed in countries where I couldn’t speak the official language—at least not at the time.

And honestly? It’s uncomfortable.

But discomfort has its wisdom. In those moments, I had to trust the process. I sat in cafés and meeting rooms where conversations swirled around me in languages I couldn’t follow. Sometimes my friends would pause to explain if something was important, but most of the time, I just watched them talk… and laugh.

So I found other things to admire—the city’s architecture, the rhythm of passing footsteps, the way people’s eyes crinkle when they smile. At lunch, I’d eat quietly, soaking in the joy around me even if I couldn’t join it in words.

In the beginning, I clung to my phone for escape. But slowly, I chose presence over distraction. I didn’t always contribute to conversations, but I learned how to simply be there.

There were days I felt out of place. Like I didn’t belong. But I chose to sit with it instead of walking away.

And it gifted me something:

• The quiet power of silence.
• The deep grace of accepting the unknown.

So darling, if you find yourself in unfamiliar territory—don’t rush to understand everything.

Don’t fight the quiet. Just… enjoy it. Let it shape you. Trust that even in the uncertainty, there’s growth taking root.

With unknown smiles,

HerSplendidThoughts