As I get older, I realise I don’t think more, but I learn to pause and reflect. I replay conversations. I notice patterns. I question my reactions instead of defending them. When I was younger, I wanted to be right now I want to understand why I felt the way I did. I used to rush decisions, rush replies, rush life. Now I sit with things longer, not because I’m older, but because I finally respect consequences and take action of my behaviour. Reflection didn’t make me softer, it made me calmer, clearer, less reactive and honestly… more dangerous in the best way possible. Why? Because when you start understanding yourself, you stop letting the world control you. Growing older isn’t about losing energy, it’s about learning where to place it.