Second wind

It doesn’t hit in your twenties. It hits when you’re done proving things to folks who weren’t watching anyway.

One morning you wake up and the noise is gone — the rush, the show, the chasing. What’s left is the work you actually care about.

And that’s when the second wind shows. Not the fast kind — the steady kind. The kind you get when your stride finally matches your purpose.

Age doesn’t slow you. Pretending does.

Drop what’s borrowed. Keep what’s true.

That’s the wind you ride the farthest.