Just realized that life is a journey meant to be embraced, not rushed. Each step, whether forward or backward, is a part of the process of becoming.

I love how it doesn't even need words to a feeling I forgot I had.

The kind of quiet you carry with you – it’s the ache that brings comfort somehow.

Honestly? this feels like the moment before you cry – but softer.

Stillness lives here. So does something I wish more people noticed.

It reminds me that presence doesn’t need polish.

This doesn’t tell a story. It opens one.