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09/02/2025
“The Stages We Walk”
Life has always felt to me like a long walk down a familiar road.
When we’re children, the road is wide and full of wonder. We run barefoot, chasing fireflies, holding our parents’ hands, never worrying about how far the road might go. The world feels endless, and so do we.
In our twenties and thirties, the pace changes. We walk faster. We chase goals, careers, love, and the dream of building something that’s ours. Sometimes, we stumble. Sometimes, we sprint. These are the years when the road feels uphill, but the climb gives us strength.
By our forties and fifties, the road begins to level out. We are no longer running — we are walking with purpose. We carry children on our shoulders, mortgages on our backs, and hopes in our hearts. It is tiring, yes, but also beautiful. Because these are the years when we discover what truly matters: not the pace, but the company we keep.
Then, the sixties, seventies, and beyond. The road gets quieter. Our steps slow, but our eyes see more than they ever did before. We notice the shade of the trees, the softness of the breeze, the sound of laughter drifting from behind us. Because we know the truth: it was never about how fast we walked — it was about who walked beside us.
And one day, each of us will reach the end of the road. That part is not sad — it is simply part of the journey. Because even when our footsteps fade, the echoes remain in the hearts of those who loved us. The road continues for them, carrying pieces of us forward.
💡 The lesson? Don’t rush the stages. Don’t sprint past the moments. Every chapter has its own beauty — from the barefoot days of childhood to the slower steps of old age.
Because in the end, life isn’t about how quickly we walked… but how deeply we loved along the way.
