There was a time I thought life was a race — a series of milestones I had to reach before anyone else. Titles, achievements, applause. I chased them all, hoping they’d make me feel something permanent. But every time I reached one finish line, another appeared on the horizon. That’s when I realised: life isn’t about arriving — it’s about becoming.
What “Becoming” Really Means
Becoming isn’t about who you’ll be someday; it’s about who you’re learning to be right now.
It’s that quiet shift between doing things to prove your worth and doing them because they bring you peace. It’s the understanding that you can be both a work in progress and a masterpiece at the same time.
We talk a lot about success — less about the stillness that follows it, and almost never about the confusion that comes before it. But that in-between — the space where you’re not who you were and not yet who you’ll be — that’s where becoming happens. Slowly, painfully, beautifully.
The Messy Middle
The middle is where the real work begins.
It’s where you question everything you once believed, unlearn habits that kept you “safe,” and learn to sit with discomfort. Growth doesn’t come wrapped in clarity — it comes disguised as doubt, fear, and days when nothing makes sense.
I’ve had phases where I felt stuck — in a job that looked perfect on paper, in routines that no longer felt like mine, in moments when I didn’t recognise the person staring back at me in the mirror.
And yet, it was in those exact phases that I was becoming. Every time I broke down, I broke open.
Becoming demands that you meet yourself where you are — not where you should be.
The Turning Points
Looking back, there were a few quiet moments that changed everything for me:
- The day I stopped chasing approval and started seeking alignment.
- The time I moved to Dubai and realised that distance doesn’t just separate you from people — it also brings you closer to yourself.
- The night I admitted I was lost — and instead of fighting it, decided to stay there long enough to listen.
Each of those moments didn’t transform me overnight. They simply cracked me open enough for light to enter.
The truth is, we don’t find ourselves; we build ourselves, piece by piece, failure by failure, moment by moment.
Becoming is not a straight path — it’s a mosaic of experiences, stitched together by intention and courage.
Embracing the Process, Not the Perfection
Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking, “When will I get there?” and started asking, “Who am I becoming while I’m on my way?”
That one question changed everything. It made me gentler with my pace, kinder with my mistakes, and more grateful for the journey itself.
Becoming is not about knowing — it’s about allowing. Allowing the uncertain days, the heartbreaks, the redirections. It’s about trusting that even when you don’t see progress, life is quietly shaping you into someone stronger, softer, and more real.
So if you’re reading this in your own in-between — unsure, rebuilding, questioning — I hope you remember this:
You are not behind; you are becoming.
And that, in itself, is enough.
✨ Closing Reflection
If this piece resonated with you, take a moment today to ask yourself — who am I becoming right now?
Not who you’re expected to be, not who you used to be — but the version quietly emerging through every challenge, pause, and choice.
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