The Book of Bean: Peace in the Midst of the People Circus 🐾

Well, my dear humans…

Today, I perched in my Tower and watched the spectacle unfold. Jackets abandoned on floors. Humans swapping noodles and secrets. Whisper-whisper at desks, sprint-sprint to tell someone else. It was like a live episode of As the Clinic Turns.

But here’s the thing… I didn’t move a paw. I just curled my tail around me, closed my eyes halfway, and purred. Why? Because peace isn’t something you find in the middle of the noise — it’s something you claim in spite of it.

You can’t control where the jackets land, who runs to tell who, or who stirs the pot. But you can control your breathing, your boundaries, and your choice not to step into the chaos.

So tonight, while the humans replay the day in their heads, I’m stretching out on my cushion, listening to the quiet, and feeling deeply, unapologetically at peace.

Take it from me — the Tower sees everything, but reacts to nothing.

🐾 – Bean