What Antarctica Taught Me About Being Still (And Why It’s So Hard to Find Now)
If you’ve ever tried to find a quiet moment in your own life and felt like you were hunting a wild animal with no shoes on… Yeah, I understand. These days, stillness seems like a fairy tale. Like something that monks promise but normal people never get to do.
I didn’t learn what stillness is in a meditation class, a fancy retreat, or while sitting in a garden drinking herbal tea.
I learned it at the end of the world.
But let me start at the beginning of the story, which is not with a view but with the complete lack of one.
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When the World Goes Away
Picture yourself on a ship’s deck, waiting to see Antarctica for the first time, but instead seeing a horizon that looks like someone erased the whole world.
Fog that you can taste.
Fog that sticks to your coat.
Fog that makes you question everything on the map.
We kept moving forward, each of us squinting as if the continent would suddenly show up.
It didn’t.
Someone next to me whispered, “It feels like we’re sailing into nothing.” And the weird part? They were right. We were moving, but we were stuck in our minds. We were surrounded by a kind of visual uncertainty that was like the mental uncertainty we carry with us everywhere we go.
It can be very frustrating when you want clarity but instead get static.
You know how it feels.
The First Sign That Something Is There Beyond the Noise
The change was so smooth that it could have been a trick of light.
A thin white line, clear and almost shy, appeared between two shades of gray. No drum roll. No loud “Ladies and gentlemen, Antarctica!” Just one line.
Someone let out a gasp.
Someone else said, “There.”
That one word spread across the deck like a breath we had been holding in for hours.
It wasn’t very exciting.
That part was what surprised me.
Half of the passengers missed it because it was so subtle.
But the people who saw it? Something inside us changed.
Clarity often comes in from the side.
Be quiet. Not showy.
More of a tap on the shoulder than a lightning bolt.
We love the idea of epiphanies coming in big, dramatic ways. But most of mine, at least the ones that lasted, looked just like that faint white line. A reminder that the truth comes out when it wants to, not when we want it to.
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The Kind of Quiet That You Don’t Just Hear, But Feel
People talk about how cold, dangerous, and lonely Antarctica is.
People don’t talk about how quiet it is enough.
It’s not empty. Not being there.
It feels full in some way. Heavy, as if the air itself is deep in thought.
As soon as we dropped anchor and stepped onto land, the silence surrounded us. It felt rude to crunch snow under our boots, like interrupting someone’s prayer.
I walked away from the group out of curiosity and instinct, and all of a sudden I was in a silence so deep that I almost laughed. Or sobbed. Still not sure which one it was.
Have you ever been in a place so quiet that you could hear your heart beating?
It felt like that.
A few days later, one of the other passengers called it “the sound of honesty.” I really liked that. It worked. It wasn’t cold in Antarctica; it was clear. In the shape of the truth. Simple.
You don’t know how loud your mind is until you stand somewhere that won’t let it compete with it.
Getting Smaller in a Way That Sets You Free
In Antarctica, there is a time when you painfully and beautifully realize how small you are.
And it doesn’t make you feel bad.
It feels like a weight has been lifted.
You are surrounded by ice cliffs that are older than human memory, landscapes that have never needed permission to exist, and a kind of time that doesn’t run on your schedule.
Like background noise in a symphony, the things you worry about at home emails, deadlines, and notifications—suddenly fade away.
A guy from our group, who looked like he had been running through life for years, stared at a glacier for a long time before saying, “None of the crap I stress about matters here.” You could almost see his shoulders relax.
I don’t think we’re supposed to feel big all the time.
In the right situation, being small can be a relief.
Stillness Isn’t a Place; It’s a Way of Life
This is the part you can use even if you can’t afford, schedule, or plan to go to Antarctica.
Geography doesn’t have anything to do with stillness.
It has to do with permission.
We chase quiet like it’s a place, but it’s really a choice we don’t often make for ourselves.
After I posted a shorter version of this story, a reader wrote to me, “I made my own Antarctica today.” Sat under a tree for five minutes. No phone. No plan. Something inside me let go.
Five minutes. That’s all.
Silence didn’t need a frozen continent.
Only space.
Your Antarctica could be your living room before the sun comes up.
It could be the car after you’ve parked it but before you get out.
It’s possible that it’s a bench you’ve walked by a hundred times and never claimed.
There is stillness.
Choosing it is what is rare.
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Everyone should have a thin white line on the horizon.
And stillness, no matter where we find it.
