There’s something powerful about having a reserve, not just in resources, but in spirit. A hidden strength tucked away, untouched by the noise of the world. It’s not always visible, but it's there, like water beneath the ground, waiting to rise when needed most.
Life often pushes us to pour out: our time, our energy, our emotions. But if we don’t keep a little something back, a mental, emotional, or spiritual reserve, we risk running empty. And running empty in a world that never slows down is dangerous.
Reserves aren't weakness. They're wisdom. They’re boundaries that whisper, “Not everything gets access to all of me.”
I think about the people who smile quietly, who speak only when their words are soaked in meaning. Those who seem calm in chaos, not because they’re unaffected, but because they’ve kept a reserve of peace inside, "someone like me".
*And I wonder, how do I treat my own reserves? Do I protect them, refill them, or drain them carelessly?
Maybe this new month is a reminder to refill, not just tanks and wallets, but hearts, patience, and joy. Because when life calls for more than what we think we have, it’s the reserve that carries us through.
