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when you start with every day and choose to carry on, the world’s rhythm begins to sing.
peace with your fear; it runs alongside me, as I run alongside it—fear will not stop you from finding me.”
Life does not end with uncertainty.
All our longings are the same. Happiness, hope, adventure, love.
For all the people who walk into your life, there will be an important few who fill your heart with memories and your mind with a world of possibilities. These are the ones to hold on to, the ones to show how much you care. So, with these few, give them your time. For time is the only thing that cannot be returned. It is the most precious part of you. When you give someone your time, you are saying, here are all the minutes I will never see again, and they will always be linked with you.
The end of my life will come one day, as will yours. There is no escaping this; life happens and then it’s over. But these are the things I hope I’ve done well along the way: I hope I have loved myself in a way that I have loved others, in earnest and with devotion and compassion. I hope I have gone all in, no stone unturned, mountain unclimbed, trail not blazed—and my way too. I hope I have understood the value in good people around me, how precious that is, how important it is to cultivate such relationships. I hope I have picked up the phone more than ignoring it; I hope I have realized
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Sometimes you just have to choose strength even on the days when all the walls are caving in.
we could not stand side by side? But in that year, I lived many lifetimes. For I realized an entire lifetime could be found in all the simple things I had forgotten.
But we were not made to be simple. We were made to let our stories go into the world, no matter how dark or precarious they may be. The only wrong story is the one never told.
But there is power in the undoing and hope in the unraveling.
What I love most is that even in the silence, I know that we are talking. We speak in the rhythm of our pulse, the electricity between our fingers, the dreams shared in every breath, the love between our souls.
I thought I knew what love was; I thought I knew how to love and how to be loved in return. But the truth was, I needed to meet all the wrong people before I met the right person. I needed to lose myself before I knew the way I wanted to be loved.
