Let Me Come Slow!!!
I have stopped measuring my life by speed. The world may rush, compare, and question but I choose a different rhythm. Let me come slow. Not because I am lost, not because I lack direction, but because I have learned the value of pausing, feeling, and truly living. People may misunderstand. They may call it delay, hesitation, even laziness. But they do not see the quiet strength it takes to move forward after breaking. I have known moments that bent me, days that emptied me, and nights that tested my endurance. I have cried, I have fallen, and yes, I have failed. But I have also survived. And that changes everything. There was a time when I feared being left behind. Now, I am no longer afraid of what passes me by. Not everything that moves fast is meant to last. I have walked through my winters those cold, uncertain phases where nothing seemed to grow. Yet, somewhere within, I held on to a simple belief, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? That hope carried me, gently but firmly....