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I have walked the numbered path
Marked each stone with striving breath
From scarcity’s shore to ample ground
Carved my map with will and math
But now the wind no longer urges
River flows without my push
Fruits still fall in silent rhythm
Even when I rest in hush
The gate I built now stands behind me
Not locked but gently left ajar
I bow to it with calm remembrance
That was needed
Now I am
No drumbeat calls for faster footing
No ledger sighs for more to prove
Only stillness and ample orchard
And this moment so rich and true
So let the ink dry where it may
This was a chapter and not my fate
I live not to arrive but to breathe
No longer early and never late
— 24/06/25

Commentary: This poem captures the quiet power of a significant inner shift – the turning point where achievement ceases to be about urgency, and becomes part of one’s landscape. I have walked a long road of careful planning, financial prudence, and emotional calibration. Yet, in this moment, the poem speaks not of triumphalism but of release.

The first half echoes the familiar cadence of striving: marking progress, calculating, refining. But the second half reveals the change – less a dramatic transformation, more a deep exhale. The milestone, Financial Abundance Day, has become less of a summit and more of a cairn: a reminder that I have come far, and that now, the journey shifts tone.

No longer fueled by adrenaline or external validation, I allow myself to be. This is the essence of my current season – not withdrawal, but presence. Not renunciation, but rhythm of grounded abundance.

This is not the end of my story. It is the season where the story tells me who I am – no longer the builder but the presence.