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Peek-a-boo, you can’t see me.
I used to think I had to be busy all the time to matter. Now I realize stillness has its own kind of power.
I keep saying I’ll wake up early to fix my day. Then I wake up late and say tomorrow instead.
The city is never truly asleep, just humming under its breath. I like to imagine it dreaming for all of us who can’t.
The best part about change is the moment you realize you survived it. That’s when strength feels real.
It’s strange how old photos make you feel both closer and further away from who you used to be.
Traveling alone is both liberating and terrifying. You discover who you are when nobody is there to reflect it back to you. That solitude is its own kind of teacher.