There are choices we make that no one sees, moments that seem small on the surface but carry entire histories within them, entire conversations we never had, entire feelings we never voiced, and these choices are not always about what we do but about why we do them, about what we are trying to find or preserve or understand, and sometimes the most
There is a rhythm in life that we don’t often acknowledge, not because we don’t feel it, but because we don’t have the time or space to stay still long enough to recognize it, and that rhythm isn’t found in schedules or clocks or deadlines—it’s found in the pauses between things, in the breath before we speak, in the silence after somet
There are certain moments in life when the weight of everything we’ve been holding begins to shift—not because it disappears, but because we finally stop resisting it, we finally surrender to the truth that we’ve been carrying more than we could admit, and it is in that surrender that we often find ourselves not broken, but soft, not defeated