I used to think 'finding yourself' was a destination, a fixed point on a map you could finally arrive at, but now I see it's more like tending a garden. You're always pulling weeds, replanting, adjusting to the weather. I spent so many years chasing the 'right' answer, the 'perfect' version of myself. Now, I just feel relief when I notice the sun hitting the leaves a certain way, a reminder that even the garden needs light to grow. The mountain doesn't care if you reach the summit. It only cares what you become on the way up. And sometimes, what it strips away.