The Quiet Power of Becoming

In a world that scrolls faster than our breath,

I choose to pause—

to listen to the quiet courage

beating softly inside ordinary hearts.

We are not late.

We are not lost.

We are seeds learning the language of soil,

breaking gently through doubt and shadow.

Every failure leaves a fingerprint of wisdom,

every tear sharpens the light in our eyes.

Even the nights that feel endless

are secretly stitching stars into our future.

I have seen hope wear worn-out shoes,

walking anyway.

I have seen dreams tremble,

yet refuse to disappear.

So if today feels heavy, hold on—

growth is rarely loud.

Becoming happens in silence,

in patience, in belief, in staying.

One day, you will look back

and realize:

you were never falling—

you were rising, slowly, beautifully,

into who you were meant to be.