The Becoming There's a version of you quietly forming beneath the surface. She's softer, wiser, less afraid to let go. You don't see her yet, but she's coming. Every time you rest instead of rush, she grows stronger. You're not who you were, and that's okay. You're learning to exist without needing every answer. Change doesn't always look like chaos; sometimes it looks like peace returning. Sometimes it's the quiet realization that you made it this far.