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Jannat sony 1 week ago
image Sometimes I pause beneath the moonlit sky, And thank the stars for letting me be For every breath, each passing moment, For the quiet gift of simply being free. Life may not be gentle, And some roads may leave their scars, But even in the darkest nights, There is beauty hiding in the stars. I don't need a perfect life, Just moments that feel true A little peace, a heart that hopes, And skies that carry me through. So here I stand, beneath the moon, With gratitude soft and bright For this imperfect, precious life, For being here, alive, tonight.
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Jannat sony 1 week ago
Expect little from people. Expect a lot from yourself. That’s a secret of a happy life. image
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Jannat sony 1 week ago
Accept that you may be the villain in someone else’s story, even when your intentions were never wrong. People often reshape you to fit the version of reality that makes their own wounds, choices, and ego easier to understand. You cannot control the story someone tells about you. You can only remain honest about the person you know yourself to be. Let their perception belong to them, and let your truth belong to you. image
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Jannat sony 1 week ago
image We trade our days for things we never need, Chasing approval, letting others lead. We build a life designed for someone’s eyes, While quietly losing our own sunrise. We work for dreams that were never ours, Counting our minutes, sacrificing hours. We fill our homes with things we barely use, Yet somehow still feel there’s nothing to lose. We chase the latest, the brightest, the best, Hoping possessions will give our hearts rest. We smile for people we don’t even know, Then wonder why our spirits feel low. We climb every ladder they tell us to climb, Mistaking success for the passing of time. We measure our worth by the things we display, While our real happiness quietly fades away. We dress up our lives in comfort and praise, But forget that our souls need simpler days. We spend what we earn to impress and belong, Then wonder why something inside feels wrong. Perhaps happiness was never far away It was buried beneath the roles we play. Life begins when we stop trying to impress, And choose what truly makes our souls feel less.