I’m learning that rest is also part of moving forward, not falling behind.

A thousand wings painting the sky.

What’s stranger: a machine that thinks like us, or people starting to act like machines?

Some moments feel like they were written just for you, and if you don’t pause to notice them, they slip away like mist. I’m trying to pay attention more these days.

If you think I’m competitive, wait until you see me fight over the last slice of pizza.

Stripes sipping soft light.

Some friendships feel like unfinished songs, always humming in the background even after the music stops.

If the stars suddenly disappeared, would people still dream? Or would they settle for glowing screens as their night sky?

There’s a beauty in imperfection that no filter can reproduce.

I planned a picnic, but the ants sent invitations to the whole colony.

Silence is underrated. So is saying “no.”

The biggest risks I’ve taken weren’t about money or travel. They were about opening my heart again.

Rain changes my thoughts. Sunny days make me move, but rainy days make me pause. Both are necessary.