We’re transcending and I’m pacing for something more than this.

You die in time to realize somethings aren’t worthwhile.

It was more than disappointment, but I gained from it. I learned from it. I leaned into it to step out of it. You learn from different perspectives and to be given the chance to grasp them is beautiful.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.

It doesn’t make sense until you make sense of it.

People take moments as if it’s their grand finale without the realization they’ll have a dozen other moments in their life better than the previous.

May you suffer enough tragedy to gain a vast knowledge and understanding of life.

Would you recognize your soul if you met it?