I envy people who can just live without questioning everything.

Two travelers sharing one branch.

I wonder how different life would feel if we treated mistakes as experiments rather than failures.

I often ask myself whether ambition is a ladder or a circle we keep running around.

Some people enter your life like fireworks. Bright, beautiful, but temporary. Others are more like the stars—steady and quiet.

The hardest part of moving forward is accepting that some doors stay closed, but once you do, the road ahead becomes clearer than ever.

People spend years chasing happiness as if it’s a destination. But maybe it’s more like a series of small moments strung together.

We invented infinite scrolling, but forgot how to pause.

I used to think happiness was something you chase. Now I wonder if it’s more about learning to sit still and notice what’s already here.

I’m not lost, I’m just taking the scenic route.

A flash of blue sky on earth.

The strangest feeling is missing people who still exist but aren’t the same anymore.

Sometimes I wonder if silence is more powerful than words, and then someone breaks it with a laugh that makes me glad they did.