We live in a culture that measures value by velocity—how fast we move, how much we produce, how many tasks we check off. In such a world, stillness is often mistaken for passivity. It’s easily dismissed, even feared.
Yet stillness is not the absence of action. It’s a deep kind of listening. A way of being that makes space for right action to arise, rather than being driven by reactivity or urgency.
Stillness isn’t easy. It brings us into contact with what we’ve tried to outrun—unprocessed grief, uncertainty, doubt, the noise beneath the noise. When we stop moving, we begin to feel what movement had protected us from.
This is where discomfort enters. Not as punishment, but as a signal. Discomfort tells us that something real is present. Something that wants to be met, not fixed. And this is something elders—true elders—have learned: how to stay with discomfort without collapsing into it, or turning away from it, or pushing it aside.
They’ve learned that stabilizing the field doesn’t mean having the answers. It means holding presence steady while others find their footing. It means allowing space for what’s unresolved, without rushing to resolve it. Taking the time it takes for what lies beneath the discomfort to rise and be witnessed. Only then—perhaps—is it time to move.
We’re not taught this. Most of us were raised in a culture that rewards doing over being, performance over presence. In that framework, stillness appears lazy. Waiting is interpreted as weakness. Discomfort is pathologized rather than welcomed as a messenger.
So we act—not because the time is right, but because not acting feels unbearable. We chase productivity to soothe our anxiety. We solve problems before we’ve understood them. We call that leadership. Reaction masquerading as direction. Left or right, forward or backward—still caught in the same loop, because the problem hasn’t been truly understood. The noise of urgency drowns out the quieter voice of insight.
Real leadership asks for something else. It asks for wisdom. Not reactive intelligence, but spacious awareness. The kind of presence that can hold complexity without rushing to simplify it. The kind of discernment that emerges only when we stop performing and start listening.
Einstein once said that no problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it. Stillness is what allows a shift in consciousness to occur. It opens the door for something new to arise—not from effort or ideology, but from clarity.
This is one of the reasons I invite people to become elders—not by age alone, but by presence, perspective, and a willingness to mature into their deeper knowing.
Elders have seen the wheel turn. They’ve lived through seasons of gain and loss, rupture and repair. They know that change doesn’t happen all at once—and that not all change is progress. Through experience, they’ve come to sense when it’s time to act and when it’s time to wait. They’ve learned what works and what doesn’t—not just in theory, but in lived reality.
And perhaps most importantly, they’ve come to trust stillness. Not as retreat, but as the place where clarity is born. They understand that wisdom doesn’t shout. It waits until the room is quiet enough to be heard.
Stillness isn’t something we need to earn. It’s not a luxury or an indulgence. It’s a way of remembering ourselves—of returning to the inner place where clarity begins to stir.
So the question becomes simple, though not always easy:
When was the last time you let stillness find you?
Not as something to do, but as something to be with.
Not as avoidance, but as a homecoming.
In a world obsessed with action, perhaps the most courageous choice is to pause. To listen. And to let what truly matters rise to the surface—without force, without fear, and in its own time.