Having high resilience does not mean it doesn’t sometimes sting.

I write to taste life twice; to savour the flavour of sweet times gone by, or spit out the bitterness before it multiplies.

If we have touched another’s life with our action and through our words then we have lived.

Vulnerability always comes with risks, but its rewards are deep.

Forging fake smiles to hide painful truths doesn’t take away the hurt, but sometimes safeguards our emotions from those adamant not to understand.

Spend time beautifying your soul, the rest will simply follow.

I have learnt that trusting another takes a leap of faith; taking a risk and putting emotions on the line. This is in the hope that the other will accept and understand you.

Is this not the reason I write, to leave a piece of me behind?

A whisper of selflessness echos boundlessly.

What good is a fragile spirit, as when touched, shatters into a thousand pieces.