I wonder if I’ll ever stop comparing myself to my own expectations.

Shadows and secrets in every plume.

We are obsessed with storing data but careless about storing peace of mind.

We collect people the way beaches collect shells. Some stay, some get washed away, but each leaves a trace.

Not everyone deserves access to your energy.

Twin eyes gleaming in green fields.

There’s something healing about being near mountains, as if their stillness teaches you patience.

I used to fear change, but now I fear stagnation even more.

I used to resist change, now I invite it cautiously.

I told myself I’d relax, then started rearranging my furniture.

The best meals are the ones you share.

It’s comforting to know that the stars I see are the same ones someone far away is looking at.

I used to chase after new experiences constantly. Now I’m learning to enjoy the familiar.