Still Becoming

Sometimes I sit in the silence and think about how far I’ve come. Not in loud, dramatic ways, but in quiet moments that remind me I’m still here, still breathing, still trying. Life hasn’t always been kind, and I’ve made mistakes I don’t often talk about. But even in the messiness, I’ve found reasons to keep moving forward.

There are days when everything feels slow, like I’m stuck on a scene that doesn’t make sense. But then I remember, the film of my life is still playing. Some of the best moments of my life are still yet to come. That thought gives me a little more room to hope, to dream again, even when I’m tired.

I am learning to forgive myself for what I didn’t know, to let go of the pressure to have everything figured out. I am not who I was five years ago, and that’s okay. I am becoming someone I can be proud of, one step at a time.

So if you ever feel lost in your own story, just remember this: the ending isn’t written yet. There is more to see, more to feel, and so much more to become.

Oluwademilade from MANI