The best things in life are the people we love, the places we have been, and the memories we have made along the way.

They ask me, choose a side mother or father, as if a divide could map the borders of my soul, or make a fractured story whole. But I was never shaped that way, no borrowed lines to make me stay I came to know my name alone, a quiet truth the dark has grown. No careful hands to mold my frame, no echo calling me the same I found my worth in open air, in silent roads and untold prayer. I bloomed where voices could not reach, beyond the rules they tried to teach and when they pulled, and when they cried, I stayed intact—I did not divide. I walk unbound, no thread, no chain, no past to lose, no need to gain just self reborn in every flame, just me again… and still the same.

Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house, as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves. — Carl Jung

The path to paradise begins in hell. - Dante

𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. — Albert Einstein

The way I see can shape the day, turn shadowed nights to softer gray, what feels like loss may gently show a hidden strength I’ve yet to know. Each angle that my thoughts pursue becomes the path I wander through, for mind and meaning intertwine, and bend the threads of space and time. No truth stands still within my sight, it shifts with how I face the light, and in that quiet, fluid view I find a self both deep and new. A subtle power, still yet bright, lives in the lens that frames my sight, for what I see—and how I do becomes the world returning true.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 — 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴

When you have no words, let the background do the screaming.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. — Oscar Wilde

The most crowded cities are often the loneliest places to be.

there is a whisper i can’t outrun a quiet pulse beneath what’s done it asks if time has slipped away through all the words i didn’t say and in the hush of standing still it bends itself against my will as if my life were left unclear a fading trace that won’t stay near it names the chances left to air the silent weight of every dare a shadow stretched between my days and all i lost in drifting haze yet doubt dissolves when i release the need to measure, chase, or seize for living isn’t bound to speed but every breath i let me need and maybe time is not a race but something soft i can embrace each moment held without debate no longer fearing i’m too late.

No matter how pretty the words sounds. Actions always reveal .. Where you stand in someone’s life.