You don't need to know what's next,
No need to have your life pretext.
The road ahead is wild and wide,
Just trust the pull you feel inside.
You're growing still, you're not yet done,
Your story's only just begun.
Each twist and turn, each rise and fall,
Is part of you—embrace it all.
If you knew how it would unfold,
The tale would lose its edge, its gold.
The mystery, the sweet surprise,
Lives in the space where questions rise.
So take your time, don't rush the pace,
There's beauty in this open space.
Be patient, kind, and let it flow
Your soul will bloom in what you know.
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