I fear the end of my growth as a person.
I've watched adults who seem to have stopped growing, people who've settled into fixed patterns, who've stopped questioning, stopped evolving. It unsettles me. When things die, they stop growing. The inverse feels equally true: when I stop growing, something essential in me will die.
But not today.
Lately, I've been growing in ways that surprise me. I've become more political, more engaged with the world beyond my immediate circle. I've been expressing myself more freely, speaking up where I once stayed silent.
This feels good. This feels alive.
Growth isn't always comfortable. It stretches you, challenges your assumptions, forces you to confront parts of yourself you'd rather ignore. But that discomfort is proof of life. It's the sensation of becoming rather than simply being.
So I choose growth. Not someday, not when conditions are perfect, but today.
