You may not see the final destination—
but _every step, every fall_, is part 
of something forming. The direction 
you're heading will always be patient.
Even when you feel sick from believing 
you're stagnant, you are still shifting.
__Still becoming.__

__Don’t worry__! The silence has its own 
voice. And the waiting has meaning, 
even when it feels so cruel. In time— 
it will all make sense.

The past you came from will become 
a mirror. And your future self will look 
into it and see how far you’ve really come.