We often wish to destroy what we’re scared of, but by doing so, we destroy ourselves.

Time does not discriminate. It does not care if we are happy or sad. It does not slow or hurry. It’s a linear creature, traveling in one direction, constant even through pain.

Time is a stubborn creature that delights in goading you. When happy, it sprouts wings and flies. When waiting, it drags through thick mud with heavy feet.

Hurt is often the hole that truth whistles through.

In life, the wise make their own heaven while the fool complains of hell, but I think both are inevitable, and both are temporary. Heaven is not some place for your future spirit to rest. It is finding happiness in your current state.And likewise, there are no locks on the gates of hell; it is only suffering and only for a time.