It feels like every day writes a new chapter whether I’m ready or not.

A blue streak against soft reeds.

Even the most confident people have days when they wonder if they’re faking it all, and that’s okay.

Some people fear change, others chase it. Both are valid, but change always comes either way.

Technology can simulate almost anything, but not nostalgia.

We talk about chasing dreams, but sometimes dreams come quietly, asking you to notice them instead.

I like people who don’t take themselves too seriously.

Shimmering blue against wild cornflower.

There’s a magic in streetlights flickering on as the day slowly surrenders.

I think solitude is a mirror that shows you who you really are.

There’s a comfort in routine, but also a quiet rebellion in breaking it.

The longer I live, the more I realize how much beauty hides in transitions. Sunsets, seasons, conversations ending and beginning again.

I used to think happiness was a destination, now I see it as a practice.