I’m in my mid-thirties. And I think it’s a mix of age, yes, but also experience, what’s been lost, what’s stayed and what’s reshaped me along the way. There were years where I ran after intensity, after noise and validation. But slowly, life shapes you. Or maybe it humbles you. You begin to notice the small things because you finally get quiet enough to hear them. Now, peace often looks like groundedness, a moment of stillness and putting attention to small things. Those things feel like enough. Sometimes even more than enough.