She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

We are all survivors of some tragedy, you'd be a fool to see a stranger and think they'd always had the easy road. None of us do, some are just better at living through wars.

Self discovery is the most empowering time of your life, you remember who you are and you become the best version of yourself but what they forget to tell you is, to get to a point of pleasure you must face the pain.

It takes courage to become authentic. So many talk about the light but not enough speak the truth about the struggles it takes to get there and the tools to overcome it all.

If your outer world is shaky, go within.

Solitude, at first is scary. All you have is yourself. After a while its comforting, it knows the real you and cant judge you for it. If you live it long enough it becomes an addiction, like all things, too much of it and you will go insane but not enough of it will also send you there.n

You stop revisiting memories when you outgrow the people you made them with.

Everyone is overcoming something, be gentle.

Be weary of the selfish givers, those who do something for a hidden fee.