Storms That Aren't Yours

A student asking the master for advice. [Verse 1] A young student sat with the old monk one quiet morning “Master, how do I stop taking everything so personally?” The monk smiled slow, like sunlight touching still water “To stop,” he said, “learn what belongs to you… and what never did.” Most words that fly toward you, most sharp looks, they’re not arrows aimed at your heart. They’re echoes of someone else’s storm, clouds that gathered long before you walked into the room. [Chorus] Nothing others do is because of me. Everything they do is because of them. Let the storm pass overhead. Protect your peace. You’re allowed to walk away. [Verse 2] When harsh words land like sudden rain, don’t ask, “What did I do wrong?” Just let them fall. You are not the keeper of anyone’s inner weather. You don’t have to manage the thunder in their mind. The moment you stop trying to be understood by everyone, your freedom returns like a breath you forgot you were holding. [Chorus] Nothing others do is because of me. Everything they do is because of them. Let the storm pass overhead. Protect your peace. You’re allowed to walk away. [Bridge] Be curious, not defensive. Be steady, not shaken. Respond from clarity, not from old wounds. When your heart is calm, even the loudest chaos loses its power over you. Do not let another’s storm decide the temperature of your world. [Chorus – soft & extended] Nothing others do is because of me… Everything they do is because of them… Let it pass… let it pass… Protect your peace. You’re allowed to walk away… You’re allowed to be free. [Outro] (soft guitar fingerstyle solo – slow, warm, lingering notes) And when in doubt… repeat the quiet truth: Not everything is about you. Let it go. Walk on.