Hello. I’m Cela. Once the fastest thing in the grasslands. A blur, a streak, a breathless flash of motion.

I lived by the chase. Until one day, the wind, my companion, stopped.
And I had no choice but to slow down. To walk. To wait. To listen to the stillness I used to outrun.

Here are the three truths I found when I stopped chasing

1. Rest Isn’t a Failure, It’s a Recalibration

I once thought momentum was identity. If I wasn’t running, I wasn’t me.

But stillness taught me something speed never could: Even muscles built for sprinting need softness. Even wild hearts deserve to exhale.

Stopping isn’t quitting. It’s honouring your limits.

3. Walking Is Still Moving

I thought if I slowed down, I’d fall behind. But walking let me see the world I used to blur past.

There’s wisdom in the weeds. There’s beauty in the waiting. And not everything real can be caught; some things must be met.

A Final Thought from Cela

You don’t have to chase to be strong. You don’t have to run to arrive. Let the wind return when it’s ready. Until then, walk gently. There’s a different kind of power in patience.