I found an old symbol of success the other day —
something I once thought would mean everything.
Now it’s just a relic.
A moment that dissolved back into time.
For a while, I felt guilty that it didn’t move me anymore.
That the fire I once felt had turned to quiet ash.
But maybe that’s the truth of life —
what once defined us must one day be released.
Not because it lost its meaning,
but because we’ve outgrown the version of ourselves who needed it.
The wins fade.
The applause quiets.
The milestones blur into memory.
What remains is the craft of becoming —
the quiet devotion to the work that still calls your name.
The love for the process itself,
not the proof of having done it once.
So here’s to staying in the game.
To showing up with wonder.
Not for the win —
but for the becoming.
And if you’re walking this same path —
where the outer noise fades and the inner call grows stronger —
you’re not alone.
We’re building something quieter, deeper, real.
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