I keep searching for balance but I’m not sure it exists the way I imagine.

Side by side, whispering bird secrets.

I think memories are the original time machines.

It amazes me how strangers can sometimes be kinder than people who know you. Maybe distance makes honesty easier.

I wonder if my future self looks back and laughs at my present worries.

Sunshine caught in golden wings.

I’ve learned to stop waiting for the right moment, because sometimes the wrong moments hold the best surprises.

There’s something comforting about the sound of rain at night, like the earth is whispering us to sleep.

Sometimes honesty feels like a risk, but silence feels heavier.

I decided to eat outside for fresh air, and got a side of seagull.

Nothing humbles you faster than trying to assemble IKEA furniture.

The way sunlight hits old buildings feels like it’s telling stories from another lifetime.

Some moments don’t need photos. They live better in memory. Not everything needs proof.