If you ignore the dragon, it will eat you. If you try to confront the dragon it will overpower you. If you ride the dragon, you will take advantage of its might and power.

Memories and thought age, Just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, And certain memories can never fade. Haruki Murakami

i hear the stories you do not say the heavy night, the restless day each word a thread, each pause a chain i hold them softly, i hold the pain your fears spill out like river flood your trembling hands, your heart of blood i do not push, i do not pry i simply sit and let them fly through quiet rooms your echoes hum i gather them until they come to rest in a place that does not break a careful harbor for your sake

We are shaped by our thoughts, We become what we think.

when hope felt distant and days ran long you kept your spirit steady and strong trusting the whisper no one else heard the promise that lived in a quiet word your faith was the seed beneath the ground hidden from sight, yet deeply sound and though the waiting tested your will its roots were growing deeper still now blessings rise where doubt once stood unfolding gently, just as they should because belief has a way of creating the path and yours is leading to what you’re meant to have

Your life is the most precious gift you can have. Keep it safe. Keep it happy. Be strong. And be grateful for your blessings.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait; so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. — T.S. Eliot

the morning hums, a gentle call i stand at the edge, afraid to fall a cup in hand, or the dark unknown life asks a courage all its own to drink the warmth, to taste the day is braver than just walking away the shadows whisper, soft and cold but living asks for more than bold each small step, each rising sun is proof that battles can be won the cup steams gently, a tiny flame and i choose the fight, i choose my name