The Gentle Art of Becoming

 Somewhere along the way, we were taught to rush. To believe that change should come as swiftly as a reboot, as effortlessly as a flickering screen erasing the past. But we are not machines. We are not codes to be rewritten in an instant.

We have forgotten the quiet patience of the moon, how she waxes and wanes before she is whole. We no longer hear the whispers of the earth, how she cradles a seed, letting it slumber before it dares to rise.

There is no need to hurry. Growth is a sacred unfolding, a slow and tender becoming. Let yourself take time. Let yourself bloom in the season meant for you.