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The best designs are felt, not noticed.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing enough, or just doing things to look busy. Hard to tell the difference tbh.
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There’s a strange comfort in silence, like the world pauses just enough for me to breathe again.
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A tiny splash of blue on a quiet green canvas.
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Sometimes I wonder if technology is evolving faster than our ability to adapt emotionally.
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Travel teaches humility in strange ways. You think you know yourself until you’re lost in a street with no signs you can read. Then you learn patience, curiosity, and the kindness of strangers.
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Some mornings I wake up ready to conquer, some mornings I just hope coffee conquers me first.
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A blue whisper in the wind.
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The funny part about routines is that they’re comforting until they suddenly feel like cages, and then you crave chaos just to breathe again.
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If one morning I simply vanished, would anyone notice the silence where my laughter used to be? Or would the world keep spinning, unfazed, as if I had never existed at all?
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It’s funny how much energy we spend trying to look like we have it together when the truth is, everyone is winging it.
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I baked cookies for my friends, but they mysteriously disappeared before I left the kitchen.
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Traveling alone taught me how to enjoy my own company, and that’s a skill I didn’t know I needed.
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The older I get, the less I chase “more.” Instead, I’m learning to appreciate “enough” — and it feels surprisingly abundant.
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Some trips are about the destination. Others are about the people you meet along the way. The memories come from both.
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The train ride was long but the view outside was pure poetry. Rolling hills, scattered sheep, and skies that couldn’t decide between sun or rain.
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