Freedom

I feel the gentle unfolding of the future

like a carnation quietly revealing its layers of petals interwoven with hidden secrets and nurtured joy

I choose to water it

Each drop a whisper of trust, each ray of light a promise of growth.

No rush, no force, only flow—

allowing the bloom to take its time, to unfold as it is meant to,

to remind me:

freedom is not in the haste of arrival,

but in the grace of becoming.