Nature does not hurry.

 The more I think I know, the more I am aware of the things I have yet to know. 

Someone wise told me that there is simply infinite knowledge in this world. 

How - 

vast the world is indeed. 

And what it actually means to feel alive? 

Was it living for validation? For the game of the chase? 

Or could it restore back to the simplest ways of things,

and that life does not have to be grandiose to hold gratitude.  

I had missteps along the way of: 

What exactly matters at the end of the day? 

What are the values I held close hearted, yet previously been led astray? 

Back to the roots, 

staying a bud 

; and learning to be in patience for bloom.