Don’t fear the future,it’s not the present.

The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook. — William James

promise me this when your world begins to fray, you won’t fade into the quiet won’t exile your own voice to some unspoken riot don’t abandon the days that ache to be heard or bury your storms without a single word we once were laughter spilling into endless light untouched by shadows, untouched by night yet somewhere between the echoes and the pretend you were breaking—unseen, my hidden friend i trace it back now, the cracks in your disguise the midnight silence behind your eyes how you stitched your smile with trembling thread while whole constellations collapsed in your head and i stood there, believing what you said it settles in me, this unspoken cost a quiet grief for the signs i lost for every truth you held your breath to keep for every wound that learned to sleep while i remained on the surface, skin-deep you were a storm i never read a thousand words left unsaid a door half-open, never wide and i was there—but outside so promise me now, wherever you are don’t dim your pain like a distant star let it be messy, let it be seen even in places we’ve never been because truth, however raw it may seem, is kinder than any quiet in-between.

you learn the world, then let it fade unravel truths your past once made like tides that turn without a sound you shift, yet still remain unbound to unlearn is to set things free the weight of what you thought must be you loosen grips on borrowed view and make a space to grow what’s true relearning draws a wider sky where questions breathe and answers lie you walk through doubt, yet come to see the mind’s own quiet clarity you break the frame, redraw the line where old and new begin to twine and in that space of soft redesign you claim a truth that feels like mine.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love. — Debasish Mridha

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.

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