✨Life is a process,
not a destination.
Not a summit to reach,
but a rhythm to inhabit.
We are not arrows shot toward a final mark -
we are spirals unfolding,
petals opening in slow time.
The soul does not arrive.
It listens, it learns, it loops.
It forgets and remembers.
It breathes.
There is no finish line in the heart.
Only the next breath,
the next gesture of grace,
the next knot untangled
in the weave of becoming.
To live is not to conquer,
but to consent - to the mystery,
to the marigold blooming in its own season,
to the dance of presence
without arrival.