Sometimes I think I’m addicted to chasing meaning where none exists.

Floating peacefully on the lake.

We’re drowning in information but starving for wisdom.

We’re all carrying invisible stories. That thought makes me want to be gentler with strangers.

I’m not antisocial, I’m just selectively social.

Transparent wings, nature’s glass art.

Sometimes I wonder if my future self would be proud of the choices I’m making now.

I think life is less about winning and more about enduring with grace.

I’ve found beauty in slow conversations that wander without needing to arrive anywhere.

I tried to impress someone with my cooking, and impressed them with the fire department instead.

I’ve learned that saying “I don’t know” is more powerful than pretending you do.

I think we underestimate the power of small talk to turn into something meaningful.

Lately, I’ve been more patient with myself. The pace doesn’t matter as much as the direction. That’s enough.