The Design Of Life

The design of life isn’t in the finish line. It’s in the getting there, in the pauses, the wrong turns, the days that stretch longer than they should. It’s in the waiting rooms, the quiet mornings after failure, the laughter that returns slowly, almost shyly. We spend years chasing arrival, but life was never hiding there. It’s here, in the growing, in the trying, in the learning to breathe even when it hurts. Because the design of life was never perfection. It was becoming.