The questions echo in the quiet…

The questions echo in the quiet hours,
About the person I am becoming.
The certainties I once held tight,
Have loosened their grip, like falling leaves.
I find myself drawn to stillness now,
Where the noise of the world begins to fade.
The simple pleasures bring more joy,
Than grand achievements ever could.
A cup of tea, a morning sun,
A conversation, warm and true.
My priorities have subtly shifted,
From outward gain to inner growth.
I value kindness, empathy,
More than ambition or acclaim.
The scars I carry, they tell a story,
Of resilience, and lessons learned.
I am not the same as yesterday,
Nor will I be the same tomorrow.
This constant flow, this ceaseless flow,
Is the essence of what it means to live.
I embrace the flux, the undefined,
The beautiful mystery of self.
I am a river, ever moving,
Carving a path I cannot foresee.
I watch the currents, feel the pull,
And trust the journey, where it leads.