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One Picture, One Story: I Stood There Too
*The contest picture *
The first time I saw this picture, I saw myself.
Not exactly me, of course. But I know that moment. That silence. That stillness. That feeling of standing in front of a shelf, trying to find something, even when you don’t really know what you’re looking for.
The girl in the picture has her back turned. Her face is hidden. But somehow, I feel like I know her. She’s not rushing, not flipping through books or grabbing her phone. She’s just there. Calm. Alone. Surrounded by books. And there’s a kind of peace in that.
I've been there.
There were days I’d walk into places like that just to breathe. Not because I needed a book, but because the noise outside was too much. School stress. Home pressure. Life being life. Sometimes, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be where no one expected me to say anything smart or funny or strong.
There’s something comforting about bookshelves. Maybe it’s the silence, or the way the books just sit there and wait for you, without demanding anything. They don’t judge if you walk away. They don’t ask why you’re there. They don’t care if you’re lost.
Sometimes I’d stand like that for long minutes, pretending to browse, but really just thinking. Or not thinking at all. Just being. In a world that keeps pushing us to go faster, to talk louder, to post everything online, moments like that feel like a quiet rebellion.
Maybe that’s why this picture stuck with me.
She reminds me of my first year in school when everything felt new and heavy. I remember one rainy day, I left class and walked straight to the library. I didn’t have an assignment to do, and I wasn’t even sure I was allowed to be there yet. But I walked in anyway. No umbrella, soaked sweater, hair dripping. And I just stood there in front of the shelf. Like this girl.
I didn’t open a single book that day. I just stood and let the quiet hold me.
Looking at this picture now, I wonder what her story is. Maybe she’s a student too. Maybe she came to escape. Maybe she just needed somewhere to feel safe for a few minutes. Or maybe she’s a writer, looking for her next spark. Or a daughter who used to come here with her mum, and now visits alone. We’ll never know. And I think that’s the beauty of it.
You see one picture. You get one angle. But it holds a thousand emotions.
When I look at this photo, I think about how many of us walk through life with hidden stories. Someone sees you standing still, and they assume you’re lazy or confused or bored. They don’t know you’re quietly holding yourself together. They don’t know this small moment of stillness is the only peace you’ve had all week.
I think we all need spaces like this. Places where we’re allowed to slow down. No pressure to explain ourselves. No need to perform. Just breathe. Books give that kind of space. I don’t even have to open one just being around them does something to me. Like they understand.
And I know not everyone gets it. Some people will scroll past this photo and see nothing special. Just a girl. A shelf. A wall of books. But I see something more. I see someone finding strength in the quiet.
I see someone choosing peace.
And I see myself.
Not the loud version of me. Not the one that jokes and smiles and handles everything. I see the quiet me. The one that gets tired. The one that needs to pause. The one that finds comfort not in crowds, but in corners.
That’s what this picture gave me.
One image. One story. A reminder that sometimes the softest moments leave the loudest echo.
So, if you ever find yourself overwhelmed, try what she’s doing. Walk into a library. Or a bookstore. Or any quiet place. Stand in front of a shelf. You don’t have to buy anything. You don’t have to read anything. Just stand. Let the silence remind you that it’s okay not to have all the answers. That you’re allowed to slow down.
And if someone sees you and wonders what you’re doing, let them wonder.
Because in that quiet, you're healing. You're thinking. You're breathing.
And sometimes, that’s enough.
Inviting @kwinberry @ukpono @onlyonefave
Yess, books are like my safe space. I feel so seen. Sometimes you just need to sit in silence and recharge.
I love how you described finding comfort in quiet spaces.
It's like the world just slows down for a bit.
Thank you for the invite.