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Rhythm

 

Man in a Smock (also known as Father Magloire on the Road between Saint-Clair and Etretat) by Gustave Caillebotte

When I was younger, I used to get lost in the thought of how other people walked. Their rhythm, their pace. I'd check to see if they were walking too fast or too slowly, and then I'd try to match my steps with theirs like the kid I was. I remember losing the rhythm after a few minutes and realizing I couldn't keep up because I have my own pace, that everyone else has.

Years have passed, and it remains true. It is never about who comes first. It's never about reaching the destination gracefully and without a few scars. It's about growing along the way, about discovering your purpose, contentment, and happiness in the little things that life has given you. It's about wanting more while also accepting that what you have is enough.

When you arrive, I hope you take the time to look back and smile, realizing that every step of the way was just as beautiful and rewarding as the destination.

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