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I feel like the simplest moments in life are the ones we take for granted. We don’t appreciate the power in them until they are nothing but soulful memories.
And I think those are the moments when you find out who you really are. What you’re made of and what you’re capable of overcoming. The blindsides keep us grounded, reminding us of our resilience.
“Expectation is a thief of joy—it hinders living. You need to take every moment as it comes, knowing some moments will be difficult and some will be beautiful. We only thrive when we’re fully present.”
Nerves give you power.”
And that’s the damnedest thing about guilt. It infects everything within reach, anything it can sink its teeth into. Even a tiny, innocent smile. Even a fairy tale.
“I think people grow, and people regress. When they grow, they become a better version of who they already are. And when they regress, it means they’re too scared to grow.”
Married men generally know what they want because they know what they’re not getting at home.
The path you choose for yourself isn’t always the path you want for them.”
“What you’re feeling is regret over something left undone. But you don’t owe it to yourself to fix what no longer exists; you owe it to yourself to fix what you have right now.”
“Missing and wanting are two separate things. I can miss and mourn my past while still craving a different future. When you try to weave those two things together, all you’re left with are knots.”
I realize I’m looking for guidance from a person who is just as lost as I am.
I also know running is only a bandage for a wound that keeps bleeding underneath. Sooner or later, it seeps through, forcing you to face it head-on.
“People grow, and people regress. When they grow, they’re becoming a better version of who they already are. And when they regress, it means they’re too scared to grow.”
Not all walls are unbreakable. Not all walls are forever. Some just need a little time to crumble and a little hope to tear them down.
I take nothing for granted anymore. I know, more than most, that these precious seconds are what stitch the canvas of life together. Tiny, fragile pieces that might seem small on their own, but together—they make us whole.
knowing I finally found my place. My home. It’s more than four walls—more than a box on the ground, or a roof over my head. It’s the steady beat of his heart against mine. It’s safety and chaos, comfort and fire.
a reminder that the people who truly love you won’t leave. Not for being broken, and not for being bitter. Nothing will drag them away. Not even when it seems like they’re gone.
