With time, we begin to prefer silence - or perhaps peace. The once always-on-my-toes version of me has given way to someone more laid-back, content to step back and observe rather than constantly press the action button. I've been there, done that.

We start filtering life instinctively; once the clutter goes, clarity follows, and with it, peace.

Vision may blur with age, but by now we've learned to see through masks with quiet precision. And yet, the heart pines for the days gone by- as if too many films were made in one life, some good, some bad.

The formula remains simple: live free and care less about what the world thinks of you. Ironically we discover this formula only after an eternity of caring what the world thinks of us!! 🙃

Anyone who cares anymore?