What are you most proud of in your life?
The world keeps rushing,
always reaching for something more,
but the people I’ve walked beside
are doing steady, faithful things.
They are learning,
listening,
finding their own way forward.
I’ve seen them grow through doubt and grace,
through ordinary days that mattered more than they knew.
And I don’t need to measure much anymore —
not success, not status, not speed.
It’s enough to see others becoming
who they were meant to be,
to keep believing in people
until they believe in themselves.
Everything else can fade,
but I believe in that.
The Afterword 
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