The silent strength of a quiet rebellion

Sometimes I wonder if staying still during someone’s scold is more powerful than yelling back.
In those moments, I feel like I’m building a tiny fortress inside me, invisible but unbreakable.
Life keeps pushing me to react, but maybe there’s beauty in silence, in holding onto my own space amidst chaos.
It’s not easy, though; deep inside, I sometimes wish I could just shout and let everything out.
Still, maybe the real victory is in keeping my calm and patience when everything urges me to crack.